Wordsmith

Let's discuss things
I spit disgusting
You bush league pussies couldn't touch this
I'm up bitch

Before the crack of
Dawn I'm the don of all y'all
I'm the hardest
Harvest plentiful my crops they grow tall
Gon feed the village
We got surplus
We boutta turn up

Bro brought the gas so we can burn one
Crept up in yo crib you ain't heard none
Kept it real quiet
Real steady like a surgeon
Let my bitch go
She a burden
Always gotta get the last word in

A Wordsmith
Worse then the worse get
Flowing like a whirlwind
Waters warming
Storm coming
This a forewarning

Call your reinforcements
Battle of the forces
Better hope you never fucking cross me
If you fortunate

Better brought your a game
Bitch I brought my Ak
Make it fucking rain like it's payday

You talk
They talk
She talk
He talk
That's naysay

Had it with the bullshit need a vacay



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Santos
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