Steak and Fries

Stepped in the game with a 4 by 4
Drive come same way, if i crash,
No insurance that i wont blow n kill rappers n
Cause collateral damage
Its not a matter of challange its survival blud
Pen game set fire to saliva cuz
I hip fire when i spit Like a guage with covid
No control, less your Esco Lone of course,
Mind your tone
Dis one here is the rap scene saviour
But i dont wear no capes when I crusade
Still on glide when i cruise straight thru these uhm
When I ring off its shots like a burner phone
I vibrate in ways these rappers aint heard before
Drop cursive curses these spells kill rappers in chokeholds
Another dead brudda like he fighting for postcodes, ugh
Yeah I like to rap bout violence queue all the violins,
Hearses, Doctors nurses, forage for surface,
Hidden in coffins?
Skeletons buried in closets, spill all the bourbon
Bruddas in suits crying in service, vying for purpose
You Shudda went colly imma take the throne ursurp it
Mans pissin on graves today
Gonna make God mad that im playin his game
I came to cake, spit it on the dough make it bake
Im God's mistake
Beef me thats your life at steak
(would you like fries with that?)
The scenes gonna be scenic
Kill him when he sleep wid his wife
With his back turned bullet will collide with his eye
With his face on the pillow turn white into wine,
Come like a trap lord Jesus
Trap Lord Jesus
Yeah i got aggreasive overtones
Its my nature tho
When i never had a phone it was someone else phone i owned
Seen life at the end of revolver chromes
Change shape and atone for faults
Ran away then he hopped the fence
This pole ain't made for vaults
Never been part of no gang or cult
Its always been Big Lone with a knife n fork
Cah my hunger unmatched shudda seen me and bro
On a mission tryna steal food at co-op
Little boy wid a heart and a stomach
No dreams its just life in the gutters
Wont catch me lyin bout my net worth
But best know a nigga know what my creds worth
Lone, dont ask bout my credit i got bad history
And the feds still clueless
Strike pon a beat den pose no pole
But the raps beat off like corn
Like quorn bruddas fake with the beef
No qualms if i hold dis suttin tryna give man horns
Devils in the details
Clever widda spin tuck it in
Esco lone in the cut rummagin
Due to make noise theres a storm comin in
Gonna fuck up d scene he comin
Lone