@rapfame_official let’s get it going while the rhymes flowing let’s get it wet 2 tecks to the back will get the Mac blowing hard shots in the land of have nots you’ve got two dots fitting to pierce your blood clots Bust a nine cop it’s revenge of glock Return of the pac and put your body to shock I see your blood son red rivers. I see your blood run third shot and it’s a home- Hit it out the park I see in the dark I’ll spark of fire with this lyrical art Heart of a shark, that’s in constant motion I call my potion devotion to my emotion a single fucking drop in the ocean will get you floating, hoping you can swim to my depths, bikini bottom crabs, be, spotting my reps but here’s the problem. Can’t be counting. My laps there ain’t a vest for this lyrical caps I wanna be a phenomenon worship like a pantheon the greatest motherfucker alive to grab a microphone home grown, I’ve got the base in my tone you want beef nigga step in the dome I wanna be a phenomenon, I’m fighting For the throne compete with automatons and biting to the bone, lightning to the mic, setting fire to these clones expiring, the ghost cause, I write it on my own With my own bars, own lyrics own gimmicks my only way to get it my only way to get it in this my only way to win my only way to Let’s escalate it, you must have been faded when you hated happy belated I thought that you’d be happy that I made it you must’ve hated me from the very beginning I’m Charlie Sheen clean, tiger, blood got me winning you see me sinning when you see me in my natural attire, I’m not just flaming on the mic I’ll set the building on fire you must expire put down the mic and fucking retire. I admire psych. The devil is a liar. Devil in my chest, I stay blessed. I’ve progressed beyond this I don’t miss a closed fist a closed fist straight to the dome, I’m aiming at my enemies until I aim for the throne you should’ve known damn boy you should’ve known better So fucking hot on the mic it’s like I’m changing the weather I go forever and ever and ever and come back another rhyme spat another distract Get it diss-tracked That’s a double meaning fuck y’all , I I used to be stuck in a loop, knotted and bound down, knowing that my head needs a crown a throne a palace a castle for me to rule at but it feels just like this clips full in this Russian roulette I’m fucked The odds stacked against me Why even try be That shit don’t make sense see The smile goes up, but it’s all just a smokescreen RIP, stuck in my own self loathing Hoping for better days to come What do you want son you act like you want none Your action stuck in a loop of frustration. Masturbation got your sex drive wasting erasing time to better yourself but what you need is time man to better your health better your wealth better the position you’re at and stop acting like your bitch ass is stuck in a trap pick up the loop, snap there’s no turning back , no doing the same shit that got your ass in the web I should’ve said the spiders crawling out of his bed and if you don’t change now you’re gonna be bit with regret