@rapfame_Official @Rapfame_ar_team Lyrics- These suckas ain't shit I care whatever without em, Ja done shot a lotta shottas on his block is without em, done the paper plain a stain as if a dot jot em shot em I thought the doc got em, copycats on his block got em came back dressed in black ill gotten gains on top Gotham Spewing flames slittin & splittin tha syllable gullible names probable Suspect to blame a detriment To represent tha game one is said To set in stone tha fame So they could know the name even tho we don't hold no reins Numb tha pain like nova-cane So we don't feel the same. I just hope that you ain't doing no cain witness shit that I say the coke Fuck you and your ridicule for thinkin' that I'm a fool, So I be tellin you fuck you and your attitude, you see my aptitude and start acting rude, fuck you leave these suckas defeated I'm undefeated and ill conceited, these words are heeded, of a deity see it easily, if you see in me as equally as feasibly you are to me, you aren't a part of me, I'm in the art of slaughtering, came back to take a part of me like an arterie, ought a bring, out tha full armory, like a robbery honestly, I'm an oddity takin' money like a lottery, plot to rip tha rhymes I spit it properly shots off of tha hip to get to minds how I flip tha script to get to lines, so picture this as an abyss of mines, wicked twisted picket signs, what reside inside tellin' me to get a grip so I gotta get to nines.