[Verse]

Hey!

Choking when I say that I'm joking

And who the hell are you anyway, gettin' cash in a rage?

"The king of this rap game", sounds like you're joking

I'm leaving all you haters in the dust and

My flow is so tight, my bars are so precise

I'm making hits, you making noise, and all you do is

Smoke blunt see stars in your head

Over and over again you broke and you're scared

And the system is a mess, yoking anarchy with a scandal

Everything is fraudulent, you gotta be vigilant

And they say you're fragile when you are relevant

Working hard to be real, when I rap I do it with ill

The Ghеtto and the Saints are all but sinners

I feel likе a winner when I'm eating words for dinner

Triggers on you pimps and your cousin is a simp

Hustle hard, get fame, and about to eat a shrimp, (Yeah)

In a city full of Saints we used to be the sinners preaching rap words

Get involved with the wordsmith, and bring forth the funk in the game

Rhymes so sick, and the beat goes harder, giving the crowd a brain gain

Making moves like a chess game

And funkin' up the scene and got no time for your tricks

I hustle hard every day chasing the fame

Meh they say my flow is hot, it's blazing a trail (Blazing a train)

Flow is so sick meh they need a vaccine

My words paint a picture of a story untold

I speak for the people the young and the old

Born in the trenches, raised in the struggle, and climbed from the bottom now I'm flexing on the bubble

Got skills on the mic and you haters are in the dust

My verse is on point, like a needle in a haystack

And these rhymes are so sick like an outbreak and it's COVID

'Cause it's spreading, and it's obscene like a crime scene

As you can see, so ill when it comes to wordplay and the flow change

I write every word like a puzzle and arrange them like a crossword

And exchange the password and the blueprint on every beat that lay my hands on

Words hit like a thunderstorm and leave your mind blown

And you'll be addicted to these rhymes like a meth head