White Lines

Shit. My whole life felt like I'm nothin'

But picked up some mothafuckin' rhymes and started bustin'

And a mothafucka think he gonna try n take what's mine

Grow a spine, get in line, and put my rhymes on shine

Ain't no grime ya gonna find like a clueless crime

Ya look the kind to drop dimes to a toothless swine

Keep off the mic and to the right, the fuck out my sight

The lines white but stay tight to lane confines, aight?

No passage shall be granted to these mothafuckin' faggots

Imma ravage all theses maggots without skill, no assets

I do damage, nothin average with these bars I'm a savage

Bring bandage, try to salvage what is left of yo cabbage

Hey, this my fuckin' lane

So stay away in yours

Watch what the fuck you say

Get wrecked with no delay

My vision locked on prey, like a hawk in the sky

You're shadow boxin', imma rock em, from here to Dubai

Stay in your lane, like a car on the freeway

Talk slick, get flipped, I'm the king of this melee

Words like whispers, just ghosts in the night

I'm a lion ripping through flesh, get ready for a bite

Don't step to my turf, that's a dangerous game

I'll rain on your parade, watch you drown, badda bang

So think twice, boy, before you cross that line

Get crushed in a rush, like a bottle of mine

Little bitch talk shit, this'll be the last time

Me and Pun on the move, nomadic up on the grind

Hey, this my fuckin' lane

So stay away in yours

Watch what the fuck you say

Get wrecked with no delay

These two, y'all through, scalp you like we Sioux

He's screwed, meat brewed, like some bison stew

Fuckin' with the wrong dudes, don't cross that line

Out on top of all feuds, like that boss Carmine

Lay you out like Quaaludes, if I toss that right

Stuck to only soft foods, with more knots than pines

You don't want it like some vomit on ya cock, bile top spit

Imma rock it like a bonnet, spreading butter, stackin' profits