[Intro]

Real writer

Real writer

Real writer

We're the real writers

[Verse 1]

Real writer, real MC

More time cuz, got plenty

Drive Renault right now, soon Bentley

Got P for a QB if it's hefty

Cops in the rear view, don't sweat, g

Hit that weed in the vape then I jet g

Disappear when I kick-off like Jet Li

Develop P just zonin', raggo composin' ammo

Grand like pianos

Infinite with the death in the text, never shallow

My image is a shadow, reflecting my talent

Shadow must mean that light is apparent

In my mind is a palace

Entwined with the smoke from the chalice

Don't choke, get embarrassed 'cause I hit that savage

Still inflict lung damage

Run rabbit run yeah there's enough gutter trappers

[Hook] (x2)

All I'm baggin' up's music

Bruv don't confuse it

I been on this thing since day

Still forever reppin' with some new shit

[Verse 2]

Rackin' up Rackin' up

See my tracks here? They be stackin' up stackin' up

Never static, I be the baddest

All over the atlas my rappin' be smackin' the planet up

I pull other wolves in my lap, right, no hangin' up

Man i got bangers like Ante Up

I kidnap the amateurs, hit em with punchlines-the hammerins

Made in black magic is tragic for challengers

I be a anarchist anchored in harrowing passages

Tryna get through past the barriers

Jettin' at harriers

Mandem are angry I've never been happier

Smackin' a track to piss

We take the game like a cancerous ravenous

Who said the blame ain't on you it's your habitat

You got the choice to just act how you wanna act

Poisonous actions assassinate character

[Hook] (x2)

All I'm baggin' up's music

Bruv don't confuse it

I been on this thing since day

Still forever reppin' with some new shit