All these so called rappers are bitches, for these rhymes I might need a witness! I'm getting vicious, All these ill intentions, got me in my feelings! Making fucked up decisions! If you gotta minute, just setback and listen! Fuck these bitches, I'm on a mission to kill! Where I come from, Everybody broke and paying their bills! All these scripts of pain pills! Never made the pain heal! Producing was my only skill, destined to make 100 mill! Will and courage was all I took, When hoes hear these rhymes I got them shook. I kill the beat off this instrumental, spitting so hard I might need some dental! Lets keep it simple, Is there an issue? Bitch let's continue, I'll coming throw your door like a motherfucking missile!