Flipped the skript

Verse

GIVE you straight bars like I'm anti-senzo/

With a raincoat reign on the westcoast/

Breaststroke in a pool of Dinero, feel like Akeem let the MC's sprinkle my petals/

Then I pedal to the motherfucking medals/

And the accolades dem awards in Sebago/

Population-zero minus A1s and my deep bros from the base fuck a cheap throne/

Blasphemy and loyalty don't coincide, pick or choose...Ash or Brock/

I'm on my grind, construction site, tryna find the pieces of the iron throne and tell em' all the chosen one is on the clock/

Like twelve A.M, the greatest on the top/

I'm kuntas brother chained but bitch I'm free/

Eradicate and relegate you weaks/

Maxed out huncho of the rap Mundo/

Black on black like leather rock and nandos/

Black on black like Jail and food stamps/

Bitch I want my kind living well/

Bitch I Want my kid living well/

Like the four hundred, and the more hundred/

Bitch I'm bad like (whoooooh) Michael Jackson/

Rap like I'm between a rock and bedlam/

Red light on the highway my lane filled with red light gimmie migraines/

Crack the industry o-pen then we regulate all the featherweight, till they all grounded zero elevate/

I pray for the some head top from Kim jade/

Switch lanes Yin Yang rather Kim k/

Fuck a top 8, top 5, maybe top three/

For my black ass myself and my fucking feet/ (kunta)