west side miracle a skilled lyrical gotta make like meek mill did gotta make like shaneal did I'm too talented to get put on a side and forgotten, leave the crime scene spotless, preparing to make the loot, just give me the gun and I'll shoot. like biggie smalls always out for the loot. robbing motherfuckers, bitch ass cluckas wanna know how I make my dough, I tell em lyft yo spirits and bow down to the lyrical spirit of demons. I will not be soon forgotten, outta jail doing 2 years had me hardened, I ain't afraid to bust down, lay a nigga out on the ground, just clowning around. undefeated lyrical genius of the future age, powers of a leveled up mage to whom nobody can stand call me superman. strengthened at rebirth a shootout? ofcourse, for better and not worse. -keep yo head low when u halla at me -speak nice and slow when u halla at me