61 Bars
Attacking never lacking bullets blasting at you
Heat I'm packing bout blow up like a laxative
Or like I'm Aladdin
Checking mathematics about to beat the shit out wack ass niggas
Wanting tracks from me it's
Big Jowdy bitches pussies rollie pollie
When I'm walking past shorty
Pulling bitches over 40
I'm a murderer when I see 40 bars in the studio
Do my verses in one take that breathing does the cardio
Fuck being mainstream I ain't for the radio
KRS One taught me how to treat a lady though
Black queens for me do the thing no disciglios
Real eyes realize real lies and you seem foreign so
Remember I'm a member to receivers of the cheddar
Also manager in bakery I make bread on the regular
Rookies think they cold on the mic wearing a sweater
But I'm freezing with my the coat on
Cause my rhymes are hypothermia
Pyromaniac on the track I'm all the elements
Kendrick with the Cole and some old school ornaments
We could rap battle I assure you lose this tournament
Decapitate these primates my rhymes are so venomous yeah
Let's go
40 bars in the studio
40 bars times 40 broads stuffing in booty holes
To 20 Brads and 20 Chads from different cubicles
Money bags and funny gags the ladies beautiful
Bro died was sunny sad but lovely funeral
Uninstall my shit fast if it ain't moving you
No you can't get shit past we out maneuver you
Wonder how bowl hit so long the way manute would do
Bet the stank'll stain your clothes the way manure do
Bro say he drink his foes up when the booming through
No ice make the taste so bold when fate consuming you
Afraid they using you
No I ain't pretending man this friendly shit unusual
Learn the referendum and resend them when it's mutual
Never ending future flow
I'll lend them
You a just promise that you remember what you do it for
And who was there
When your hairline repair level was stuck on foster care
Forget about who didn't come in when it was monsters there
Probably wouldn't want to rush in
Like why you coughing weird
Walk in trap it's nauseous air
Looking like a market fair
Dozen dead stock off white pair
And I'm off right there
Cap I'm on that hoe
All time five three honor roll
Pack roll in Geronimo
Yeah you ought to know
Heat I'm packing bout blow up like a laxative
Or like I'm Aladdin
Checking mathematics about to beat the shit out wack ass niggas
Wanting tracks from me it's
Big Jowdy bitches pussies rollie pollie
When I'm walking past shorty
Pulling bitches over 40
I'm a murderer when I see 40 bars in the studio
Do my verses in one take that breathing does the cardio
Fuck being mainstream I ain't for the radio
KRS One taught me how to treat a lady though
Black queens for me do the thing no disciglios
Real eyes realize real lies and you seem foreign so
Remember I'm a member to receivers of the cheddar
Also manager in bakery I make bread on the regular
Rookies think they cold on the mic wearing a sweater
But I'm freezing with my the coat on
Cause my rhymes are hypothermia
Pyromaniac on the track I'm all the elements
Kendrick with the Cole and some old school ornaments
We could rap battle I assure you lose this tournament
Decapitate these primates my rhymes are so venomous yeah
Let's go
40 bars in the studio
40 bars times 40 broads stuffing in booty holes
To 20 Brads and 20 Chads from different cubicles
Money bags and funny gags the ladies beautiful
Bro died was sunny sad but lovely funeral
Uninstall my shit fast if it ain't moving you
No you can't get shit past we out maneuver you
Wonder how bowl hit so long the way manute would do
Bet the stank'll stain your clothes the way manure do
Bro say he drink his foes up when the booming through
No ice make the taste so bold when fate consuming you
Afraid they using you
No I ain't pretending man this friendly shit unusual
Learn the referendum and resend them when it's mutual
Never ending future flow
I'll lend them
You a just promise that you remember what you do it for
And who was there
When your hairline repair level was stuck on foster care
Forget about who didn't come in when it was monsters there
Probably wouldn't want to rush in
Like why you coughing weird
Walk in trap it's nauseous air
Looking like a market fair
Dozen dead stock off white pair
And I'm off right there
Cap I'm on that hoe
All time five three honor roll
Pack roll in Geronimo
Yeah you ought to know
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Writer(s): Fahad Saccoh
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