We Don’t Fuck Around

R1 – Verse 1 Yo, I’m the first in line, call me the fuckin’ spark, Light this bitch up like I’m spittin’ in the dark. Fake-ass rappers, y’all soft like cake, Talk tough on the ‘Gram but bend like snakes. No cap, I’m the storm when the beat drop heavy, Slice bars like a machete, keep the aim steady. Don’t test me, bitch, I snap like a snare, Leave you bleedin’ on wax, not a soul gonna care. ⸻ 🎙️ R2 – Verse 2 Second in, motherfucker, I go raw, Every line I spit is a lyrical law. Pull up with the venom, I’m a beast off the leash, You bark on tracks, I feast on beef. I’m not your bro, not your fam, not your mate, I’m the reason that your girl show up late. Fuck peace, I wage war with the pen, Cross me once — won’t breathe again. ⸻ 🎙️ R3 – Verse 3 Third verse, I’m the ghost in the room, Death in my flow, every word go boom. No heart, no chill, no fucks to give, I spit truths that hurt, let the weak not live. I break rules while you follow the herd, Every rhyme is a bullet, every hook’s absurd. So fuck what you heard, and fuck what you claim, I write my name in fire, you write yours in shame.