If you mad flex, Southside, fuckin with that mad Tex. Yuh, and I aint got mad yet, Just wait, there's more to come I got mad breath. Catch a fade, I aint trippin, I been mad checked, But I got mad respect, back, I back my set, passed my tests, stayed brackin and stacked my checks. I came here for snappin necks, So where they at, give me a name, they in the casket next. Nah I ain't down witcha flashing checks, Make me wanna put my mask on and flash the tech. Yuh, I got the gas on deck, She like to smoke a blunt while we havin sex, And I like to see her choke while she gag for breath. No rubber, leave it in, like we havin that, Baby mama, ski masks and a bassinet. Hahaha My crib, where the traffic at, 281 is where I came up, 936 is where I'm stackin at. So you know I'm pourin drank up, But the gat, never lackin that. On the track, like I'm backin that, Aint no slack in that, Nah, I'm solid, ain't no gap in that, I'm pullin up like where it happenin at. So where it happenin at? No fitteds, yeah I'm snappin back, Hit the chop shop, we snatchin Lacs. Aye, another case, prolly catchin that, But ima do my fuckin time, and then im snatchin the rat. Shredder. Real talk and I actually rap, Reality that, I'm livin yall a fantasy act. Your energy's wack, and I'm just bringing synergy back. My illness intact, you fuckin with the villain of rap. Hiiiii, recap, this subliminal track, Psychopath killin shit, with a g on his back, Some weed in my sack, and shorty sat her freak on my lap. Trynna get me off before my fuckin demon come back, Its rising. On the track, like I'm backin that, Ha, Aint no slack in that, Nah, I'm solid, ain't no gap in that, I'm pullin up like where it happenin at. So where it happenin at? Ima let the blood just leak on the track. Let it drip, Im leaving more than just a feeble impact. And ima leave em laying there while they aint breathin and gasp. Succeedin my task aye, And leave a witness just to dream of my mask. Haaaa! Aye girl, See where I'm at? I'm at my pinnacle, no motherfuckin need to react, I got the syllables, y'all motherfuckers weaker than that, I bleed when I rap, y'all motherfuckers tweak on the track. Aye! Step aside, Krushito is back, And i dont need a insta just to flex with kilos and gats. Move in silence, i ain't admit to shit when i trap, When i was growin up we dug a grave for snitches and rats. Yall fuckin trippin. Run that shit back, Y'all fuckin trippin. And I ain't fuckin with that, Bitch I'ma dawg, y'all motherfuckers can't run in my pack. Yuh I only fuck with pussy when I'm eating her cat. Pleasing the twat, this dawg is off the leash so get back. I'm needed in rap, all day I'm throwin heat on the track, Dwayne Wade 40 dash, I ball wherever I'm at. Whatever weather may flash, Whatever whether they facts, I know I'm leading the pack. So now you see where I'm at? I'm steady rising. See where I'm at? I'm steady rising, I'm more than decent with that, Spittin fire every time your boy releases a track, Speakin of that, Listen to speaker play back. I'm steady rising.