That shit I spit

It is sick splatter

I rhyme in six pattern

Nobody can spit better

As if it matters

I would rather

Go hard than get status

(I don't give a fuck about status bitch)

Some battles

Are harder

I don't get it

I'm farther

But I rattle

The metal

Cuz I'm at a

Paradox

Why am I stuck

When it doesn't matter

All that I got

Is I rhyme a lil better

But all these thots

They already had it

Sick of my thoughts

That they really can't fathom