Letras
The boy, swerve
Combat when I'm at the verse
My passion it on a hunnid it drastic it getting worse
I'm tryna be making something like classics they in works
Still mackin and in the cut sit back to watch and observe
Flows at an abundance with the style so rugged
I'm the cracked egg out the goddamn dozen
The type to think we cordial and it's nothing, all of a sudden
I'm at ya face ready to snuff it turn ya to a pumpkin, smash
All by my lonely and I own it
You cannot get a piece of the piece of the pie you could suck a whole dick
This be the serpent in the water sinking whole ships
Atomic bomb watch the wick its explosive, boom
Step back take cover
Only bout my family and my goddamn brothers
I'm the tornado that be taking off the shutters
Son I'm really getting wicked I'm a cold muthafucka
Swear I'm bout to be up on some grimy shit
Bitch I puts the work in ain't no more freestyling
Need all eyes on me like Pac 96'
You want that real 4 numbers that you dial in