BITCH! I write rhymes and get dimes, no one fine as me

I bite lines and get fined, all the time you see

My light shine, flow pandemic like swine

Committing crimes with knives

Crackin' spines while packin nines

I move o's in a line like football

Bought captain mo's, liquor fine, what a good call

Hot Russian hoes, intertwine, (man you ball)

Naw, I just move and store packs like U-Haul

For a few stacks, my black Benz fit the chrome

Ordered new packs, my mac-10's hit ya dome

For the news racks back when I had a loan

Record a few tracks, call me Jack the way my stalks grow

Lines bein' slept on, passed out operators

Boxes full of white like stacked up office paper

Ice game, like freeze tag, ya boy I'm stoppin' haters

And I'm cruisin' with the bruins like I was a boston player

Mosizzle:

UGH! see im homicidal on arrival

And all my rivals get the proper side of poppin rifles

Back to back we madly strapped with Glocks and nines mills

He walk with cops he wanna talk we pocket knife him

Im high as fuck, we light it up like fire trucks

The nine is tucked it might combust, don't try your luck

Lines we bust is twice as tough as Tyson's punch

Fuck you pussies, no hymen rhyming as tight as us

Find us broke from buyin scopes, the Glocks is cocking

Rhymes is dope as lines of coke, we on the chronic

Pop shots like a hot spot for alcoholics

W run the country and terry fox it across the province

See I leave you on the verge of an emergency

That's murder in the first degree, the worst thing that you burns could be

The hurtin that im serving make a person turning to surgery

Best be learnin g I pack more steal than a burglary

Philosophist:

I'mma hipster hunter, your LG too mainstream

But I hit it raw, splittin' hymen til my taint bleed

It don't phase me, Phil's team sippin' Moonshine

40 hoes up on my dick, my, ya'll are too kind

40 bottles of 40 bottles and 40 models crawlin' up a shorty's drawers not a thought about tomorrow

But if you feelin' sorrow, I tell a broad to shut the fuck up just finish cunt and swallow, oww, I'm fuckin' awful

And if that hooker finna carrot peel, then fuck it, I'll push the bitch off the ferris wheel. Swag

That chivalrous steez, your little sister gets her money's worth

Take her out to dinner then bust her guts until her tummy hurts

Been Cookin' Cane in Brooklyn, Mayne, you shook and gay

That crack and meth, in Bangladesh, I'm fresh to death

Doin' Barrels of Heroine, in a club out in Maryland

Sellin' pills of Ecstasy, gettin girls to have sex with me

That's just damn another day for me

In the water swaggin out on my pool floatie

You decide what kinda shots you wanna take for me

Eagle's scared when I grip that AK homie

Cbevs:

It's Rugged Fortune, that's some rough extortion, the blunt is scorchin' while I'm chuggin' morgans

Mosizzle:

It's Rugged Fortune, the drugs I'm scorin' leave you drunk and soarin' I'm pumpin' portions of somethin' ordered from scummy sources

Philosophist:

It's Rugged Fortune, I'm sluggin' orphans with toughed forces, I'm hung and gorgeous, your girl's a whore but, I fuckin' use her guts as storage, my lungs is porous from huffin' forests, when I'm clutchin' torches, I'm dumpin' four clips, you thump and hit the floor, BITCH!