JORDAN WIT THE .45

I don't even know this chump what the fuck you watching me for you a famous app rapper I blew up in prison - top tier - C4 you don't rap you perform - i spit them goosebump type bars / type shit when gangsta's hear it they know I've been there before your bars come from creativity - I spit bars cuz it's my therapy - we rap different you rap just like Saint James - except his raps different homie I don't believe a word you say I think if I seen you in the bricks you'd be laughing smiling enjoying a peaceful day you come find me in my hood any week any time of day you'd lock your fuckin car door and put that fuckin smile away I paint pictures of my life with a verbal paint brush / you metaphorically describe how your style compares to others who the fuck cares - your style won't stop a bullet / my style speak directly to the person who would shoot it we rap different pussy I got bullet holes in me somebody wanna kill me in real life what you know about hearing the gun jam but you already been shot twice yeah you flow crazy - punchlines is legit but how you going to body St. James using his style and shit that's means you a wannabe - a phony ya style ain't ya own / James made it a cookie cutter style - prolly never thought it make clones but iont give a fuck bout your flow switch or multi syllable pro tricks / ain't a rapper alive who spit more authentic then this I don't need imagination or creative pontification / my bars live inside me bitch - I live it then I say it now I don't know who tf you are - and Iont care / and I ain't look nothin up on you cuz u ain't there you some big time app rapper - let's leave it there / cuz me and you outside this ring - you ain't prepared