War paint all on my face Rap hard built a heavy tank launching flowing missiles atchu tissue yeah ya main frame hope you get the picture did ya misses yeah ya main thang I don’t got no misses so you can miss me with that lame slang they say they fuck your bitch that bitch aight mine you better maintain,that baby Moma drama don’t mean that she my main thang,you know that she belong to the streets stay in your lane change up cause you thought I was green red through signs saying slang in you rhyme page I go right where you left behind fame if you cut and edit give me my credit and give me mine mane fuck a peice of the American pie then give you a slice taste you ate it up then swallowed my pride like a lion snake crawling on it’s belly while lying tryna rise rate tryna climb already at the top that’s why I look down a shame never depressed I just kill with kindness the goals motive obtained