One Pulse

tyring my best to flex on this contest Outta respect don't take my words outta context Im in it to win it and get some new content Love it or hate it, just leave a fucking comment What a concept I'm just like a comet The words are in my gut as I start to vomit Rappers think they spit, but they're just spraying They sound like shit, can't understand what they're saying Id like to see how tuff they are without a gun Cuz they're just another copy another rerun Of the same old shit and I'm getting sick of it So mother fucker you can suck my dick Now do it quick now lickity split and you better not spit You mother fucking bitch cuz im the only one whos killing it im the only one whos killing it Spitting hot fire til the ice on my neck melts So now I have to wear my diamonds down on my belt The funny thing is I don't have any diamonds I just said that to flex and to just keep rhyming Think of me as JP Morgan, or Rockefeller My currency is rhymes and I record in a cellar I guess you can call me the basement dweller But when I close my eyes and im high im interstellar Its poor man's lean, if you know what I mean DXM and CPM in these triple Cs Do you think I give a fuck if I get liver disease Do you really wanna end up just like me Like Wayne on a plane ill scream and ill seize till I can't fucking breathe and end up on TMZ This is the definition of insanity Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results Remember are one heart beat, we are one pulse