Maze

Gat ain't really friendly
Gon turn your head cleanly
I'm out here for the spike never set it
Pull up to the ghetti
Ready to turn you to red confetti
My two sticks and me like Ed, Edd n Eddy
Holding me down steady
Now we don't gotta be petty
Got a case for the feddies cause I'm running amok
Turn a base to the rock
Take this race to the mach
Girls wanna blow please I'm blowing right up

If you're willing to diss a myth
I beg that you get some right hits
So when I pull back it'll read your life diss like a syllabus
Roll and smoke you like cannabis
Spit straight killing this
To the competition I'm looking villainous
Your bars sounding hella sour
Tilting cause you can't a piece of my power
Mine stacking like a tower
One or two shot boss battle Bowser with a fucking fire flower
Take your peach bitch too hard might slide tackle foul her
Going fast it's dire it's that guap I acquire
I ran up this hill willing to die here
I don't really tire
If I continue spitting must just have to lay you on the gunfire pyre
Chopping up the block Michael damn Myers
Flashing iron like knight call me sire
You could be a squire to my motherfucking buyer
Run up the line or you're fired

Audibly an oddity
Dish up that's just what I ought to be
Can't please like that you ain't no prodigy
After dope cut, can't take my commodity for a robbery
Probably you just a hot tamale to a supernova spitting sharply
Caught you slipping so you cut your losses up
I run you ran cause I'm waiting for a real bust
That's just all you can muster?
Just exactly why your girl pull up with another rubber

Trust there's no stammer or stutter
You doddle don't know my full throttle
Aristotle so I don't mutter I cut up
Just a puddle in the gutter
If you muddle on my beat
Silver platter shooting Miller
Simmer up get splattered
What I utter it matters
Cause I'm rolling past claws out eardrums gonna shatter
Ain't too much with the pattern
You hear the pitter-patter
It's the wolf bouta make you supper
Don't dash you just suffer
Disappear before you can even get flustered

Pull up to my face Imma leave your soul exterior period
Can't keep on to my pace I just see you in the mirror nah
I'm kilos ahead on the chase you can't get a taste
Rounded the base heading ace to the plate
Just know you won't be around for my victory gait
Cause I'm out of bounds came out the gate straight rolling
But I took the bait and now controlling my fate
You can't compare to my rate
We ain't bearing the same race
It's a waste to try cause I'm making the maze



Credits
Writer(s): Brant Rankin
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