Saint Jules

I'm rhyming off this deadly pad, this is the design that I can't let 'em have
Hella mad 'cause I'm pulling' rabbits out of several bags
My old chick wanna get me back but I'm too
Busy fuckin' yours while you wait on her to text you back
I don't need an introduction I'm the second track
Work the clock tell me how else I'm supposed to earn a spot
No I don't know what it's like to have to serve the block
All I know is that my rhymes is tighter than a virgin crotch
Beat is dirtier than curly socks perfectly piled
Up under his bed he talking action but prefer to watch
These niggas video with no game she fuckin' with the
Stroke game you know had to hit her with a birdie shot

I feel like Nagato I'm steady pushing pain
With a lot of focus on the bad it tends to crook remains
Keep your head straight count your blessings, life will teach a thousand
Lessons don't get caught up in the patterns of your adolescence
Pack a message, I tell these other rappers they can carry
On I'ma keep the real fire in the bag I'm checking
You might could spit it in a hurry like a MAC-11
But you running out of bars like it's bad reception
I can't knock nobody hustle, I can't knock nobody
Struggle if you got it out the mud then nothing but respect
I'm just a kid from many places, finally settled in the
State of Carolina where the finest artists in effect