Battl_12-46

lyrics overweight flow is gonna seal ur fate that's all a little fire so have a taste one of these days I'm going to take flight run thru all the suckas I dont like lyrical lightning strikes might set you back a few steps dont bite cuz I'm not spitting threats real talk dont think I need street cred. I'm here for the chips and the bread. I see your nervous sweat beading off your head I had to trace the wack shit to you chase you thru the streets what a disgrace proved to be a fraud flawed with no applaud I smoked your style doa dead on arrival no vitals smiles is all that you see cuz your style is funny or tragic comedy honestly real talk smoking dank in a drop top mobile pharmacy living the dream ain't worried cuz it's been predicted in prophecy all throughout history slow motion heavy hits off the liquid potion got me strapped time for verbal poisoning make no mistake I'm rough no passes no mercy no love gas only no slowing killer on the mic eyes red glowing like I spent all day smoking but I still wont choke no sleep cuz always turnt up awoke . lyrical monster