Don’t rap bout Shit unless I got it My spit game is painfully honest only one can hope They’re not my next target Leave um for da vultures A rotten carcass Look wat u done went And started Left feelin like garbage I’m sorry Kicked in the door to a morons apartment For makin and breaking A promise Been sayin I should stop dis But two long years And I feel like a artist I beg my pardon Some of y’all shit Is jus horrid Jus to be straight forward Not to cut corners I’m Crossing boarders for ya Email me ya order Send the cash I’m good for it I’ll pull up shooting over a quarter Poor woman left mourning Cause her husband living a good life And couldn’t afford it Grave stones Payed for by insurance Every man has a purpose Let me bring my sermon Right to ya door step Shut haters down Like Ervin Sippin burboun 65 swerving Hit 100 Feeling turbulence Not letting off 120 will be the earliest But hells gates aren’t pearly So live Ya fall in to state of dormant No worries It’s already done I payed for it Hit it up quick As chuck norris Whoop all you’d Faster then Goldie locks Eatin da poor bears porage