Fuck did you think I'd go slow?

No, I gotta switch up the flow

Every now and then

Never heard this shit

Never will again

I can kill you with the will of pen

So call me Light

Can't see me in the dead of night

Bet you wanna fight

Oh hell nah, you swing like a dyke

Fuck a blade, bitch I brought a spike

Just crashed into yo homie with my foreign

I bomb the whole church while y'all mournin'

You thinking bout losses man learn what's important

Money and time

That's all on my mind

Bitch I be on my grind

That's all that's in my sights

Not worried bout losses

Not worried bout bitches

Y'all think you is bosses

But you really is snitches

Your life-span is short

Just like your dick is

Bet that hit hard

Just like my fist is

My heart is so cold

So I warm it with this verse

Fuck yo bitch, then snatch her purse

Put your daddy in a hearse

Put your family under curse

He usin' same rhyme?

Just savin' some time

"White boy write better than you!"

Damn that burns

Wait, hol up

What we learn?