Light it up it's time to get slick I gotta spit something sick by six

Light it up it's time to get slick I gotta spit something sick by six done quick like John Wick Rick Flair in this shiit dripping excellence like diddy mind of a legend, marvel at my me got 10 Cassies in VIP with me foreign felines all mine I gotta explore each of their minds rhyme with me, Bobby and whitney crimes in plenty, 7 1 2 peep the number, for my condo and my crew through and through from old to new you wish you knew don't die hard with a vengence grave yard for the lettermen this ain't the shade room but I can dim your light