Bitch think she got me on the streets, I ain’t got her Monkey pox mixed with the shit Real floppa Kill you with screws on some wood Real crosser Michael I’m a goat real legit Call me hova Never will I die for a bitch I ain’t Jesus Making money , put it on repeat Racks eaters It was really dark then it shined like bleachers Silent with my work really mute I’m speechless I just hit box yo I’m feeling roddyrich Got a snobby bitch only call her for the sheets Lyrical beast rip a beat like it’s nix Fuck you exclamated with caps that Imma hit a quickie then I pull up Got a sheisty rythem I don’t screw up Put a trigger in to fore head You done blew up Before you talk to me you gotta have the moolah Screw I have to cut the comfort Drool blood on that comfort Make my enemies all shut up Gotta make em feel outnumbered I’m twice the size of watchers Spit it spat that fire Rappers are expired Expired We are beasts from the east We throw a feast of beats then we eat We cause the heat we are lit We are lit cause the heat we are lit