My flow is hotter than a sauna

And I’m fly to death, Mohammad Atta

I was in the back with narcotics

Now I’m always strapped

Nah let me go in unusual

I spit fluid tho

Flow expand like a pupil so I

Always had dreams of being the greatest

I ain’t ever wanna sit in a cubicle

This my way out, by this music shit

These niggas played out, like a music riff

Bring hip hop back to its status

So I started rapping to recoup the shit

Niggas drop the ball, I alley oop the shit

They can’t handle bars, on some cruiser shit

Get an entourage, play me on loop and shit

And that’ll be the day that your crew will click

I’m warning y’all that I’m soon to get

All the accolades from the truth I spit

If there’s one thing I’m pursuing it’s;

Eternal life in this music biz

But wait

I’m willing to go broke for this shit

I’m willing to hit highs and low for this shit

I’m willing to go toe to toe for this shit

I’m willing to be on the ropes for this shit

I was 2 days from giving it up

Leave it all, not giving a fuck

But then I knew I can’t quit

I can spit

They frantic

About me doing damage

I can’t stop till I get in that mansion

With 6 cars in the lot I manage

Never have to think about any damn rent

And then bump Juicy as my anthem

Man this loose leaf got me ranting

I abuse ink when my hands get

Excited to kill baby rappers

Its like I’m pro abortion with these damn kids

I got a lot on my mind (a lot on my mind)

Complicated I can’t stop what kids do

They ain’t used to this shit so it might offend you

Niggas grab the Glock well that’s Common issue

I ain’t wasting no time

Niggas trapping and resort to rapping

The 2 don’t mix so that’s when misfortune

Now They extra bent like some contortion happen

But I flow to get back at foes

I also flow on the track for dough

So often that I often sow

With high hopes of getting back 10 fold

Tin foil hat, I missed the wave

Selling out for radio plays

They pressed for record deals but spit over the same 808’s

I’m a lyrical outcast like Andre 3k with the verse I write

They got imitation on the left shoulder

Innovation on the right

I, advocate for nobody

I, got a fate but God got me

I, know that my words just struck a nerve feel free to check the autopsy