#FTLInProgress #FTLPrac Spittin the writtens Shut up and listen Bust up in it I've been sinner who isnt Contender about give em A Different opinion Of Who they dissin I'm fixen to grip the pen And get rippin When I begin make a livin Keepin me sane through my lyrics They been afraid of the illest Made a mistake for you Bitches Down till the grave Never quitin, To indicate my position Enraged by my feelings Became what you isnt To renovate the entire way I been living Shame, I silence the critics Samhein, Im Fightin to win it Satan ain't facin the illest Pacing with dangerous intentions Bringin the flames I've written. Their fate ain't nothin but imminent Basic when they be spittin jist Prayin They dont run into this Major in makin lyrics The anger made me this fearless Unchained I became Relentless Hater's May even witness The flavor within my writtens Get Painting a vivid image Relate to the way I'm living. Razor takin my skin Im wishin Theyd play this and listen Get that I'm made for this Fixing to Get my name in the buisness. A killa with every sentence Im Realer than the percentage Of those who be dissin, Missin And prayin I wouldnt clip em. While Blazing I mangle victims. Been patient make ammunition To face em Breakin the limits. Amazing the range I fit in. My blade may make an incision. Ain't playin The fake deminish