Ballin like i trot globes ..as i let the pot smoke.. take me to the cosmos ...with these bars how do i not got shows... You others just cop flos... there's a snitch in you boy the cop shows.. too many drugs will give you a snot-nose.. Give you a heart attack when I drop notes like when my clot goes.. If that happens i hope Bobby buries me where the pot grows. Till then im the best rapper dont matter what coast ... Sharp ass rhymes that Will chop ya up to pot roast .. I may save some of ya to make into tacos ..... Yea i gotta cupple lines... dont cross those ... You can get caught In the crossfire at coscos ... Just another poem to incinerate. Better bring some lemonade so you dont decentigrate ... Spittin the shit they dont anticipate.. Ima degenerate Saying the shit they dont appreciate... as i ventilate They try to participate but they a minute late... aint no muting nate ..Use my voice to mutilate not communicate. Let the hate accumulate... Release It when i devastate ..wake up at heavens gate .. Trapped were time and space separate... I Meditate to concentrate ... i medicate to hibernate... But Stress keeps me wide awake ... Cautious i ride the break .. Regret the choices i decide to make ..... I Respect all besides the fake .. Never really did like a snake. ...spittin seismic lines and the earth trys to quake ... Let you liers Lie in my wake.. You can try nd escape .. But i destroy everything i try to Create ... My minds twisted in knots .. If ya switchen ur opps. If ya snitchen ya cops ... You can catch me in the kitchen i be whippin them rocks... Fuck with my family im grippin them glocks and sendin em shots ... Pimpin over simpin all yall bitchs is thoughts... Twistin your plots ..