rap it up

rap every day taking no breaks cheese on my plate and I'm not gonna wait cause I've never been late too the fucking rap game and I'm taking my aim and i spit off my brain I'm so fly like a plane don't hear me complaining I'm done with my training my raps are like art and I'm making a painting I got bitches fainting the money I'm gaining the words that I'm saying finger got diamonds like my hands in the sand go so hard got me going super saiyin I spit fire, you can see the flame I'm fucking winner never been called a lame get on stage hear them call my name I'm in yo girls room and she do the same Thang I killed the beat like it just got hanged fuck with me you get da bang bang my flow is sour you can taste the tang I'm mentally crazy my raps are insane feel the adrenaline in my veins so I do not feel no pain what is there to lose when I can only gain I'm in 1st place we ain't running a race shoot you in the face and I'm pulling my ace and I flex on my ex suck it down to the base I gotta gun tucked down below the waist you are a disgrace reload my gun when I empty a case keep up with the pace gone without a trace hit you like a mace you like a flower I get you a vase I aint showing no grace my bullets are laced hard impact now prepare to brace send you to space you're been replaced your raps are a waste get out of My way before you get a taste pen to the paper no need to erase they wanna see me with no pot to piss wanna fuck around better not sneak diss when I wear my crown you cannot take this you the class clown now you've been dismissed taking my shot I never miss you cannot fuck with this you go to the abyss my flow is a mess but I am still the best life is a test and you more like a pest i get her undressed and i touch on her chest my words are hard to digest sleep on the beat I just needed some rest I clean it up like I just swept push me to the edge I get cheese like a wedge cut you down like a hedge bow bow bow bow now you dead swallow some lead she got a whole bakery making That bread this my path so don't tread hate your raps yes I dread yo girl inside of my bed blow up like a missile cuz I'm over head no pun intended smoking green blood red