#savagefactz #factz #rapgod #PhamilyAffairAffiliates #rookieoftheyear2022 #stepinthebooth #Detroit lyrics below. rollie on feelin presidential, ⌚️ rollin off through the residentials, 🚘 im focused dawg but extra mental, aint no free pass, i check credentials, im mind blowin like techs to temples,🤯🔫 over your head better check the memo, i said text to temples,🛕 im exponential, bring death with pencils, i been sent to test you, developed on my own since i left the test tube, heart stopper, cadiac arrest you, (weight)wait stuck on the (bench) they (press) you, your (times up) like a (clock) on the (ceiling), i flip (scripts) if this aint ap(pealing) (a pill then), im (bananas) with it, leave the scene lookin like rambo hit it, im wax on tracks like candles drippin, god damn im gifted, at this point i aint gotta practice with it, but I still do incase i gotta smash you bitches, feels like im acid trippin, see that tub of acid?, ima bath you in it, run ya mouth ima smack you in it, might car jack you for the jag you rented, next time dont be flashy wit it, then i gotta hit the road and get back to buisness, everybody takin cover till i frag them trenches, then they start givin up like they have no interest, call me Pillsbury i need (knead) my dough, this is mortal combat if you need to know, im sub zero like its 3 below, if you talk about me better keep it low, pinesole i got the cleanest flows, im big shit, keep the tp close, no white flags fuck a treaty hoe step in da booth with me, ill show you all of the proof you need, well, if im speakin truthfully, the throne is mine just get used to me I got the (bars) so they think im a (xylophone), (napalm) the track with some (gas and some Styrofoam), (State all the facts) if they ban me im Wildin bro, Youll know its facts if you start hearin sirens blow sorry i came in this game in a rage, i been shackled in chains in a cage, finally free now you suckas gon pay, Dont start hidin on me i just showed up to play, If i pull out the (pen) ima (blow up) the place, You couldnt go (bang) if you throw a (gernade), Phamily affairs bitch you knowin our name, i get tunnel vision,when im on a mission, stick a (funnel) in all my opposition, then (siphon) they soul, step in the booth right from the go, i blow minds call it kennedy, got em all scared and shook to come mention me, Severin legs so you really cant step to me, no ones ahead of me,rap to the death of me, if i died today youd have memories, im tryin to take those and make legacies, im tryin to (break molds), (judge) and the (jury) bitch (case closed), ima kill em just put me in the game coach, sent to kill this game in a Cynical fashion, Cause a buncha ruckus like a Typical madmen, finally got fed up being Pitiful back then, Took 3 hits of acid then a Visual happened, Developed to a pattern had a  Criminal passion, Spent years behind bars now im In the booth rappin, puttin yall behind bars what the fuck are the chances, everything seems to turn out just how i plan it,(planet) i aint shootin for the (stars) bitch im buckin for (saturn), step in da booth with me, ill show you all of the proof you need, well, if im speakin truthfully, the throne is mine just get used to me