anybody who want it can try an come get it better make sure you comin with it, ya know what it isn't fuckin scripted so get cha supplements pack a lunch an make sure you come conditioned bitch I'm God sent a forgiven sinner just another gifted ginger quicker spitter spit slicker I deliver an intense mixture bigger picture presenter one to mention, yeah ya know what it is ya otta listen, God as my witness you don't want the friction you can stay optimistic but I'm far from the friendliest raw viciousness is all you gone get from us like a brick of Hundo one sniff get ya stuck froze I'm the shit one whiff getcha numb nose the way I bust flows straight cutthroat all your hear is awws & uhho's got em gushin same as blood flow dumping from a gun hole what I say is far from subtle I promise I'm offly humble but I still wait until they drop the drumroll before I launch my shuttle cock back and unload cuz the way my rap unfolds there's not a lot who come close I got em looking all lost and puzzled the way I connect these words and inject my complex metaphors it's a lot to juggle in other words, don't knock my Hussle yeah cuz I'm sentimental when I scribble pen or pencil it don't matter I dismantle this instrumental I think simple as my ink dribbles give a little take a little give a lot take a lot give it my all take it all then I'm taking off heading straight to the top can't stop won't stop na I don't stop doors locked I don't knock that bitch is getting torn off like a twist top it's my time bitch, check my wrist watch no tick tock I make time stop till I decide it's time to sign off I got my sights locked, eyeball take a hike, high tops chase the light like a moth trying to fly inside a lightbulb I let my mind talk yeah I write my thoughts an keep they heads spinning like a whitewall listen to this shit is a bliss as you fish for a wish the lips that you missed as you went for kiss too dense to get the hints like your sense just dripped thru the vents swing and a miss that what you get when you face the wind as you piss catch my drift or did it slip thru ya fingertips guess that's why your seat is the bench next time you should swing for the fence yeah cuz I'm sentimental when I scribble pen or pencil it don't matter I dismantle this instrumental I think simple as my ink dribbles give a little take a little give a lot take a lot give it my all take it all then I'm taking off heading straight to the top can't stop won't stop na I don't stop doors locked I don't knock that bitch is getting torn off like a twist top it's my time bitch, check my wrist watch no tick tock I make time stop till I decide it's time to sign off yeah that's the way I do it if you ain't knew now you know it got it that shit right there gone be a hit believe it lyrical genius yeah that's me bitch