#Beatsbythepound #Rapaholics #Lyrical #Rap #HipHop #Bars #BarFiendz pullin up in the drop on the spot we T'd up Just twisted about an ounce of weed up please allow me to preach my freedoms got more heat than shells in receivers fluently flowin' this holy scheme bruh consciously drippin me dopamine, uh constantly flippin what you know of me, huh? I'm in position to go in deeper Might try feeding your souls to Reapers reanimate ghosts to bargain steeper this man is the host of all of the worst that candle you hold doesn't glow like me no The odd's of you blowin' are finding Nemo i'm in an Extraordinary League ho Go run n' get all of you're people just don't get mad when they vote for me tho the tragedy of that is so surreal yo linked to a vibe like I own Cerebro sync'd to the eyes inside of each dome every single time i arrive with a beast flow Now watch me run it, run it (ayyyye) Bars are always gunnin' gunnin' keepin it a hundred like twin desert eagles bustin' bustin' one after another it ain't nothin' pen's disgustin' cause it's instigating other worldly subjects and they love it love it conjured matter all because I gave it some direction blessed with lessons is the weapon to lost sheep I am The Shepherd yes sir I am not German still my worm can rock some leather clever Straight male to the letter so Eye went and Alpha bet her I could get her out that sweater she went down to give me head first mesmer-rising food for thot's is my guilty pleasure's pleasure settle down its obvious my drip is simply wetter wetter weather flourished pedals so I pushed them to the metal metallurgy now I'm worthy of making bars pure and dirty dirty she's still in the south so I know ya'll really heard me heard me Rapaholic, Bar Fiend, she sportin' my Jersey Jersey get up off of my D, like i got her piece herpes there is no one like me, walkin with cursed peace lurking demons try to buy me, they cannot afford me surely