Letras
* Kuda. Bitch I body every beat I’m feelin like a shooter.
* Niggas bitten on my style and it’s obvious. I guess I’m carryin influence like a lobbyist.
* I plan on poppin for real these niggas playin wit it. Took the road less traveled and I’m stayin wit it.
* Run the point and I ain’t passin. Play the instrumental right in front of me I’m gassin. Niggas was in front of me and now I’m like what happened.
* They waiting for the drop. Got a couple haters I know they prayin flop.
* Look. if this shit that I jot don’t pop imma be in Parkin lots with shorts and tank tops freestylin….
* I’m hungry for this shit. Rappin bout my life and they love me for this shit. Uh.
* I be challenging myself pick it up a level…..As far as competition there ain’t nothing special.
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* Wrote a couple poems. Get up off stage they dappin me like know em.
* I remember back when they really tried to igonore em.
* They ain’t gotta choice really at the rate I’m goin is similar to a bullet that pushin thru fire arm.
* I’m Gettin Cold. Opposition applyin and these niggas fold.
* Me I rise to the to occasion ain’t no tellin my where my mind go. Wearin blind fold when kicken Devine flow
* They yellin out onco…. This the type of shit I gotta drop to let em know I’m not playin.
* Wasn’t handed a dime. Had to get up and go get it now I’m handlin mine.
* I ain’t duplicatin nothing bitch on one of kind. They could try it but the flow will never be like mine.
* Playin all my throw aways and they sound your prime. Bitch I’m comin for it all yall can’t knock this grind.