Refined Skillset

Yeah
Yeah, aye, aye
That's a crossfade
In my cross hairs
Hope you never cross me
Meet you at Crossroads
Put you in the dirt
Yeah I don't care
Don't care what you have to say me
I was in the back with a heavy conscience grinding on my teeth
Thinking bout how we going to make it out
Got love for the city used to run around
Kept it low key
Use to walk around
With a blade on my hip
If you fuck around
Get ripped like the mic
When I'm on it now
Slimey got the hype
Grimey on sight
Big moves, never choke full cups sip slow
Hold up
Like a rifle when aiming
For your skully
Hope it cave in
I'm a bully
Got no patience
Know they love me cause the cadence
Like no other
Colder than the winter weather
Weapon in the sweater
If your feeling opposite to the wholigans get your mind, body, soul severed
I ain't got no time for the fun and games
So I'm sitting here with this lemonade
With some lean
Bout the highest grade
I love to medicate
Meditate
Working on my craft
Till I got no mistakes

Aye, yea
Got a little essence, aye
Mobbing with a loui v
Boutta stay testing
Should've left me
With the dead men
Feeling like a four five hole
That's my presence
I don't give a damn
What's your message
Got a golden pot
Full of pressure
Wholigan south
Boutta measure
Then I'm ducking out
Like a leopard
Boutta hit a lick
With no effort
I was robbing jiggs
In the desert
Had to help bro's
With the cheddar
We was always broke
In the lesser
Always in the ropes
Nothing better
Homie wanna scrap
So I let him
Had to get him back
From eleven
Spotlights
Drop in
Highlights
Popping
I like rocking
Heavy noggin
Money whopping
Dirty shopping
Steady mopping
Never stopping
Never catch me at red light
Always on the go
Boutta get four one three Jack Bo
Rock so hard my beat on froze



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Rico
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