EH I said my drip be hard as shit. Slide thru like im St Nick comin wit some gifts, bitch I Pull up wit a bag of tricks. I Pick up the mic, yea I'm killin it, then I ask how these bitches feelin? As im Stackin these racks all the way to the ceilin. I got these haters mad, all up in they feelins. So when all of my enemies start challengin me, it's very clear to me that they only actin up Cause they simply Cant stand the fact that I'm Always addin it up Got em mad enough They might just go do somethin very dumb Always be actin tough, but the fact is Ive had enough, So my Natural reaction is to get active ugh, Full blown attack, I got em backin up. They chasin after me but no these hoes, they cant keep up. Look, to master a craft such as this, it takes hours upon hours of practice. Im Doin backflips in this bitch like I just stepped out of a class of gymnastics, All about that action When the whip get to crackin Nothin but raw tactics Got a good grip on my shit, Yea thats all traction. And as I sit back, so relaxed, blowin on exotic packs Its got me high up off my ass, Aint no way I get sidetracked. Safe to say I'm on the right path, Yea thats all facts, Aint no cap in my rap. Always gon stay strapped with lyrical gats that I blast, lay all of my haters flat When I spaz out on a track I Kill the beat, slap a toe tag on that ass, throw it in a bodybag My raps is actin crazy when im in my zone, gotta throw a straight jacket on em to hold em back cuz they outta control, its like they possessin a mind of they own, I'll leave your mind blown, like a grenade thats about to explode or better yet implode Within the inside of yo dome Wait no, i grab the remote And detonate it like c-4, i just Obliterated the beat Left it resonated And such as a presentation Ya boy just demonstrated The way that I slayed it know what I'm sayin? Verse deuce, you know I got the juice, confidence is way up thru the roof, yeah you know ya boy can't lose. Leave all my haters lookin stupid, lost without a clue, they don't know what tf to do. Nothin but raw truth when I hop in the mafuckin booth. Fuck a beat up, I got nothin to lose. Feels like I'm stuck, I can't move, when I'm puffin on back to back blunts, that gorilla glue. But even so, I'm still gon fuck up any beat I get up on. I'm always in my zone, always on point like metronome, always gone. Haters claimin that they on. They come my way like fetty wap, but aint no way they gettin my guap only thing up on they brain, Just wanna put out my flame. Aint no way, on the top is just where I will stay. I killed the game, in exchange I raised the crime rate. Self-made, earned all my stripes as I climbed thru the ranks, made a name for myself from the pain that I came with. Fire bars im so dangerous. You Might need a whole dang fire department if you even stand a chance just to tame em. But Better act fast tho cuz yo time is wastin. Nothin but fuel to my fire that's blazin n Ragin, its outta control. So make no mistake, yea Its war that im wagin. War ready and my Enemies, they ain't ready. I'm all in they head like im Freddy Put the haters to bed then I go get that bread, yea I slice it up like I'm Jason wit a machete, so sick with the medley. I came ready, my aim steady, the pain heavy so I'm sprayin deadly bars