You know I hop on on it...I WAS hittin Lics by my lonely...U cant say im Lion when Im hungry...I really Go Gorilla in this concrete jungle..ya gums just bumping...Ya guns ya got yall dont really touch them...You not no shooter if a 10 clip cant slump him...I Smoke so much beef i could serve a lunch in...U ant really bout it better go find you a clock or a bag to punch in...Yall say yall stand on business but why yo back hunching...That boy a troll..Im from the North with this Pole...If u get to close it will turn your body cold...Cut from a different cloth..a whole different mold...and i been at it for while..on the bread thats how i grow....Dope.products and services is what i sold... about everything but my soul...Burnt a couple bridges of some nobodies that thought was going make it home...If you think I lose you saddly mistaken in this blood bath Essay of lyrics My Holmes...Im quick to the rings like sonic and Patrick Mahomes...These flags red and blue..you dont wanna meet the crew...Cuz if we meet ya...all that beef we chopped up goin make hot soup...And I stir the pot No politicing when you see boots on the ground from my troops...All we do is shoot...A starting lineup with a bunch of 2'$...I tell my little homie swing to me...Im knock down all these mfs in threes....Its chef curry in me...I give you a 30 piece in my jeans...my game is mean...im the out the mud mascot and my team colors is Blue and green until they change the currency...I only show up when its about my earnings...Im walking away wit my pockets stuffed with ninjas turtles....Move Fast but that knot look like a turtle...Whats an obstacle when you can shift lift and hurdle...My flow not commerical its a infomercial...but against me you in for no mercy