(Check It)

Chorus:

My style flawless than a mafucker

Clean as a bitch

I ain't trying to be modest

But I mean i'm the shit

With a flow like Cole

Vision passed like rick

Niggas music spittin by white cells

Thats probably why i'm sick

I'm the shit

Verse 1:

My style make them levitate

Went to Casper

Imma need a casket to eliminate

All these rappers think they spitting heat till I disintegrate

And leave them in the mortuary dress up where they feeling safe

Mike with the stack now

Felt with the arm stroke

You niggas sat down

I took the long road

So long held to era the throne

You better crown me

The only time I live up is cotton is on Downey

And this is for my niggas back home that was tryna doubt me

If you were one attached to a pole then swing around me

Damn

I don't mean to offend the people

But when it come down to skill

I most likely be found lethal

(Dou Dou Dou Dou)

I most like be found equal

With God in every meaning

Put my blood in communion

Where everybody been dreaming

I sacrifice it

You niggas ain't half as nice

Like the breath I took between those lines

You ain't have us pipen

And this is just a sequel

We were never equal

That shit you rappers spittin even deeper than the street hoe

I see you feeling (?)

Cause you see me advertise

Ever since I let

Chorus:

My style flawless than a mafucker

Clean as a bitch

I ain't trying to be modest

But I mean i'm the shit

With a flow like Cole

Vision passed like rick

Niggas music spittin by white cells

Thats probably why i'm sick

I'm the shit

Verse 2:

Hands bathed in blood

Like I'm out punching vampires

Stairway to heaven

My homies can put you a step higher

Never been a liar

In a rider

You a flat tire

End up like Bookie if you try to play my empire

Verse 3:

Lions den

What you call G.O.A.T.S

Is the fabric

I been through the lows

With high hopes

That one day I will have it

Need to save em long talks

So precious of my target

And no I can't fold

Hold the microphone

Just so captive when

Verse 4:

Young digger throwing that fit now

Push me harder

You pussy rappers

All pretenders

Better sit down

Life behind bars

With these lines

I'm breaking out of it

My life is like a movie so keep your phone on silent bitch

This insane asylum shit

Hollow grips

Hollow tips

Spending breeze

When they test me

I need a scholarship

(Waittt)

Fuck you think I lost it

I just making all the moves

But still can't make a cross fit

(Yeahhh)

You feel that tigger in your body stock

I was the best rapper since I was the size of his spine

Fuck your R&B, your raps, and whatever your team about

Even when your grown

We still going to be something to think about

Chorus:

My style flawless than a mafucker

Clean as a bitch

I ain't trying to be modest

But I mean i'm the shit

With a flow like Cole

Vision passed like rick

Niggas music spittin by white cells

Thats probably why i'm sick

I'm the shit

Verse 5:

Lyrical profit

Getting somethin for a feature ret

Nigga I go hard

Theres no need for a prestiges rep

They rappin

But they biting rhymes off the notes we kept

Slaughter opponents

Then we go raw till nothings left

These phony rappers

They be hot as these beginners kids

They in it for the prize

Tryna find out what us winners get

The flow is unlimited

Now they on that hater shit

See thats that type of shit that get em thrown in the gator pits

Organize

Fuckin threaters

Is what I ride for

My friends in the media families is what I die for

I admit my faults

What I gotta deny for

I'm including a positive message in my rhymes more

Lyrics infinte

Multiply times four

And its guarantee to leave another niggas spine soar

If any bars

Whats you tryna steal mines for

You need bars

Use a dictionary to find more