Acts of Excellence

I ain't got no where to go but right to this microphone
And if a MF want beef I'll break his bones
Leave your wife alone after exploding in her undertow
Snowed in how they acting like they hibernate they souls
Take a loss with a smile like "bitch I'll be back"
While your stuck at dead ends like a culdesac
I'm the coldest with the action
Imma fold your back
Snapping how I'm rapping
That's what most y'all lack

All that fronting still don't know how to act
And when a real ones in your face you can stand the facts
City full of fakers so content it's got me Sikk
To the stomach
Steady puking up these MF hits
And it's still for the love
I intend to change lives
You can get a life
But you cant have mine
I see through the mist with my vision divine
And this is when it goes awry for all of you liars

The Science of Getting Rich

Acts of excellence at all times
Never fucking around with all you small swines
Instigate the come up
What you waiting for
You got the balls to right your story boy
What
You need a story board

I been on it since day one like Ness bitch
With wins imma choc a lot
Like nesquik
I'm over heads like jet planes and chem trails
Keep it moving or you'll get stale
I don't gotta guess I know exactly what it entails
I been ready
Anything to garner big bills
Talking shit you can kiss dills
Imma pickle every fickle villain
Riddle till the shit spills
Imma combust and bust nuts in pure gold
Strike three was curveball
And you missed it
Ohhhh
That's too bad
A tiskat a tastet
Bitch I'm too glad MF



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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