Been in the game for a short time but fuck wit more lines and rymes
Coppin less dimes then n harder times, highr n highr my elavatin climbs
Dissin rappers, and those with lip flappers, talkin to fast can't keep track
Everyone cop hers cuz mines the badder, queen of the rb im nvr kept back
Flippin the script, and tryin to empty my cript, makin sure my lip didnt slip
Glad to be apt, my mind gold and platinum dipt, loded wit calibur rhym clip
His or mines, doesn't matter, i got the hard shit that make em all splatter

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish