feelin the beat, feeling the rhythm, making this heat, no I'm not kidding, this Rap I'm never quiting, uh Run Up On Me my choppa get to clippin, Yeah it get to splitting, like a banana, feel like a bandit, wear a bandana, Yeah gettin the bread like its manna, take a shot w my camera, make it in panorama, mode, now I'm doing 80 in a 50 zone, in my fast car, now I just went past four, cops, Yeah They won't catch me up, Got my money, let's spend It uh, Yeah spend alot Chorus gettin some green, I Ain't cappin, damn, feel like this a poetry Slam, got them snappin, damn done a good performance got them clapping, Yeah look how good I'm rappin. Shoot him then act like I don't know what happened, dang Goin on a trip like its acid, can't believe my ex only acted, Yeah she fake, like a snake, damn, I Make too much music, everyday like a wake n bake, I really needa take a break, I do have thing to say, fuck drake, he won't win the beef, not even for a brief, amount of time, I mean his Rhymes, Ain't worth nothing but a dime, Yeah I'm just bein honest, I'm simply a better artist, I aint the one to start it, but I'm putting a end to it,