im that new technology PS5 rhymeolgy from a slime colony Newportnews follow me thru my city aint no palm trees only cats Palm heat to robb you for ya trees now Big Rob gotcha on ya nees begging please he keep asking where the keys wheres the safe u better be talking business aint no way to eacape when sudden danger escalating no training or preparation under your arms in perspiration Hawkins chicken was ya destination gotcha pacing back m fourth like yall running from Jason straight to the police station most niggaz stuck behind them steel gates hoping to get parole or probation my flows straight drop not that nigga in the dolf situation that real raw coke keeping dem pheen waiting listeners hooked without a rope hating cuz they impatient my hood style been a unique patent since i learned to hop fences as a kid disney dropped alladin if yall clocking then yall should know what time its is no need yall asking bread truck pulling up with dough and I don't have to do it again make up ya minds ya so confusing must be loosing ya mind ya crime tickets is wicked me you an stress cant kick it and you rather God than the devil pay u a visit life is reality no gimmicks no magic or diggin inside no hat tricks outhere wishing fishing foe trouble caught a rat instead cat fish a sick black bitch sucking dick giving head to tricks tricking gotta make that bread an keep flippin it n if u have to grip da heat an move militant vigilant promise me you wont try an kill nobody in the way that u know innocent this flow gone pay the rent i write with purposeful intent cooling ya mind like air condtion coming thru cealing vents leaving dents in ya foreheads for ya blaten statements beforehand nonsense comments ya mouth smelling wreckless ya need breath mints to supplement that bad scent so bad u need a license to vent legally forget a permit the green kermit we serve it watching for Mr an ms police piggies like Biggie was ready to die in 94 niggaz still ready to die in 2024 you short change me 4 gramz on dat raw an i know da game why so u tryna play me for weak every day of the week i hung in dem streets if i let u crack my egg shell then imma get beat in the head for my bread let that snake skin shed an keep the grass cut low so you can see thier head slithering around on ya off limits premises an evil nemesis i been like this whey before your time lil slime like Sega Genesis like a deadly disease only God can get rid of this dope verbal psychosis eyeing the hopless to help them cope with daily stress striving for the best outcomes with no positive restrictions X yall out like Malcolm swift on that meal road kill like a falcon killing ya dogs on the road like when Vick played for the falcons Top Mceee on the roof top then off the balcony over ya dead body you said you wouldnt leave on Christmas eve now you left ya loved ones to grieve greedy gangsters feeding off shells n pasta no need to bail em out da slammer let the judge proceed to slam the hammer bang the gavel half gun will travel for fun to battle the one an only them phony clones cant be left alone