Ran Rox

Eh eh um

Hahaha

Clear my

Vocal passage

Right

I say

It's February

And black history is scary

But deep inside his mind

He wan see all these niggas buried

They had they turn

So he thinking the summers his

Had many wins up in the past

But none of his people cheered

Just non constructive feedback

Comparing him to their idols

They not in the same lane

So he don't look at them as rivals

He looks at them like food

And he prepared for the feast

Their foreheads and right hands

Carry marks of the beast

Six six'six niggas still not bigger than the streets

My God only eats bread that ain't cooked with the yeast

I spit sick

Phlegm carry measles

Run a triangle offense on a block like an easel

Whistle

Scottie

What chu doing

Gotta hand the rock to Mike

He gon dump em with the Rod

Let's put the crack in the pipes

St st stutter like a Harper

But I'm still a five starter

This city bussing with the bricks

I get it to you on a charter

Haha

Greyhound

Big dog

Tell chihuahuas better lay down

Above average with the tre's

Overweighted with the pounds

Barry Bonds at the bat

Nolan Ryan on the mound

We only speaking face to face

So how they tell without a sound

Shhhh

They can't

Take the body bags and zip these clowns up

My choice of hammer is a K

Got a shine they can't touch

But I be whipping up slow

Got a drop you can't rush

All spades in my hands

Ace high

Straight flush

I say