Never took the time, to look back on how I progressed//
Feather light rhymes I create to infect your vest//
Hit your chest, lyrically, like a bullet on a mission//
Decision after decision I make a diversion n smack you like a conversion//
Submersion, I rise to the bate//
Slate any bitch with a degree in hate//
Its great, to fake a rhyme, I’d rather rake my life than lose the title of mine//
Here’s a sign of my mentality//
I wanna beat every bitch that stands in front of me//
Psychology never helped me to be where I am today//
There’s no remedy to help my bullets stray n spray//
I gun down n slay n lay memories of beef behind me//
Slowly re-emerging inside me//
Like the U.K army they find me//
Rightfully labelled set-ignorance//
Got given this title through illness deliverance//
The thrill-ness of a nigga at defence//
That’s what makes the difference in me n you it makes sense//
Suspense I’ll leave u guessing//
Slap you so hard you start cross-dressing//
Stop stressing, shouldn’t of been messing, with the ignorance//
Better believe im here to make a difference…


( i may be a pretty boy, but i'll still fuck up your face)

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