okay my guns go bang you don't want to hear the clash of the stick man, it's undefeated like rember titinans, one nigga and im.coaching all my son's, they have ghost writers I already won, I recite it from life there's a clear difference we see right through the capping, I got a liter of either for who ever want to get set a blaze I'm half man half amazing I be ridding in my bmw like a skateboard one leg in on leg out we use to stack those briks like Legos I'm mean all the way up at school like LL one pants leg up pulling bitches that look like miriha young boy used to sang in the choir I can get his soul sent high anybody say im.on fire just preaching to the choir yall can go to hell and before you go take this L while inhale the Bob Marley take takes of the ganja smoke dumb ass nigga ain't got one thought to provoke he thinks he's beating me there's a joke and he's broke damn he's at the butt of another one yeah at the butt of gun like I said I already won you ain't gotta press play on his garbage shit rap fame well my nigga I'm the king of this killing them sofly with metaphors and similies we ain't got time to hear your pics pour delivery I pour my heat out this to display more vivid lines come off more cleaver.