talk my shit while I spit this fuego, hit this bit, with the fall off Draco break down beats like they're made of plado I'm the God, nigga hold my halo hear the beat then I know it's game time 10/10 that bitch my main dime I run point, break my man down, then drive to the rack and reverse off baseline see through you like I'm looking in 3d too far gone, why you niggas can't see me wonder why yall, acting like Stevie kill the game like I put it on easy catch yall sleep, when I hit em with the pump fake base in ya voice if you wanna say something act like it's hard and it's from the mud you sound kinda plane like it's off the runway gotta have skills if you wanna get the trophy spit toxic like your mouth started foaming everyone I left behind, I'm on my drive like I'm chaperoning Sci-fi fakes and lies, it's a story old as time so tell me why I can't see snakes, and pack rats who try to take what's mine