I was in this bitch Close encounters of the third kind

I don’t have a stick but I can skirt out in that sport drive

If you talk slick you gon be out of co sign

Fuck being rich i get laid and type new lines

These raps be off top and put on tracks

Don’t get derailed spit shit so exact

Don’t be on the gram telling people how to act

This gon be your body tied up in that bag

Real cool villian

I spit low key

Fill that condom up like my car needs gasoline

I don’t talk shit less that shit is deserved

Be on my own time my rhymes be reserved

Don’t be intimidatеd by demeanor

Been insane 9 timеs spent weeks in the clinker

I ain’t talking jail cells not that wild

Been in for the crazy spells yeah its not mild

Off topic

You know I can’t dodge it

Questions on questions

Is this the right option

Have you heard my music

Have you seen me perform

I guess I gotta prove its the reason I was born

These bitches don’t care

These people just air me out

I can rap make beats

I can turn up for a crowd

Look at the mess you made

And you parents still proud

Peaking out vocal stems

Hear this shit loud

Rapping like i mean it

Took this bitch home but just to see it

Prod hanz vonda with sequence

Ma dub with the sqealings

Fucking up the demons

New shit you peeping

Running on empty spit flames like I’m river phoenix

Been had time to have remorse for these stupid hoes

Stay on my grind oh of course i gotta couple foes

I don’t really mind the encounter you could crack a joke

I’mma hop over your bitch ass like a castle moat

Blood off my face

Running in a chase

Smashing windshields with an oversized mace

Yeah i been there done that

Took a while to react

Now i got shit stable like

Money in a stack

Work my back yeah

Take a stab

Pulling up unannounced to peoples pad

Where its at

I ain’t spending money to promote on an ad

Blow up so natural just like her breasts

Used to feel actually just like a pest

Now I’m getting closer to sorting out the mess

See me on the court straight edge like a crest

Look at moving forward still the same till a vet

Remember being blue like an s on my chest

Hair look like bye storm injuries are red

Let loose my bygones good thing she left

Shoot my shot nice on maybe she will let

Me up in her grill

Just like the fire

Still feel ill

But do i require

A little more rest

And a little more head

Saying when it doubt

Inching closer to my death