fuck tha ops

You claim you run the block, but you barely hit the pavement, I’m out here stacking chips while you’re lost in your frustration. Your crew 61 a bunch of clowns, man, I’m laughing at the fables, I’m the king of this jungle, you just faking them labels. U boys ain’t real or ready just be faking Your flow’s a little shaky, I can sense the hesitation, I’m the predator lurking, you’re just prey with no salvation. Countin’ all these fuckin blessings while you’re busy with the fakin’, I’m a stepper in the night, and you’re just a sheep mistaken. I’m a savage with the pen, writing bars like it’s a statement, You’re a ghost in the game, can’t you see your own oblation? I’m the truth in this booth, while you’re lost in fucked up contemplation, I’ll expose your weak moves, watch me spark the revelation. Bash yo up leave yo with hesitation Gave you a couple bruises stole your gucci cap left you in devestation You thought you had the heat, but you’re melting in the fire, I’m the one they admire, you just fuel for my desire. Step into my game, boy, you’ll see the real division, I’m the savage 59 on the rise, you just lost in your revision.