60 Seconds to Flex

Ain't no time for long talk

Gimme the mic seconds I'm gone

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Sixty seconds, sixty scars, no breaks, no bluff

Me, I don't rap I confess through the cuffs

I talk rich cause I came from the crumbs

Now it's gold in my throat when the prophecy hums

You wan' flex? Better lift yo truth

I spit verses like bullets out the Sunday booth

Real never change even when the chain do

I walk clean, but my past still stain through

No filter, no script, just facts from the belly

Used to dodge feds while my shoes got jelly

Now it's wrap$$ in the cut like gauze

And I preach street Psalms with a round of applause

Talk slick but dey never move bricks

I was postin' on the curb with the pain and the sticks

Me, I learned math from the block and the scale

Where the teacher don't pass, but the fiends never fail

I done slept in the rain, made prayers in the storm

Still I shine like a blade got baptized in harm

Sixty bars, one breath, no fear in the throat

If you ever seen death, then you rap what you wrote

Big drip, but I came from the mud

I was broke, no soap, still gave 'em the flood

Wrap$$ the name the game got shook

All this in sixty? I ain't even need a hook