Elimination P1

Yeah, I spy, huh, with my lil' eye
Yeah, the blues, huh, All in my bed, like I sleep in the sky
Naw I ain't give myself permission, nor a reason to die
Give me a reason I'm upping the fie
If it's up, it's just you and I
I'm with the grim reaper
Fuck your price, I get it cheaper
Leave it to me, don't leave it to beaver
I'm a felon, I don't catch no misdemeanor
This hoe want me and bro double teamer
Dirty hoe might take her to the cleaners
Pull up, yeah, like Stanley Steamer
Pull up, yeah, we in a beamer
Pour up, I put the Xan in the liter
Throw up, I think I got a fever
Hold up, I'm too turned off the meter

Yeah i'ma M.C with this hammer, no, can't touch this
Yo hoe wanna see what's up with this hammer, yeah, she wanna fuck this
Livin' my life, I don't need a buckle list
Fast life, no seatbelt, ain't bucklin
Yo chain out might as well go tuck it in
Them Zoes I'm with, they on some other shit
Lil P3dro da goat, yeah, the ugly duckling
Ain't duckin' shit, I see 12 and I'm duckin
Hoes ain't innocent, they out here fuckin
I learned that shit, yeah, from my brethren
Huh, yeah, DDK reese
If it's what we ain't lookin' for peace
Bro just had a baby, I'll kill for my niece
Boss shit yea I own, I do not lease
From the west to the south, to the north to the east
It depend where I'm at, you gon pay more for a feat
Stand on my money, I added four feet
I can't smoke with you gotta grabba your leaf
Whip out the Glock, like, who is you sizin'
Even off the clock, the money still pilin
She gettin' horny, my number she dialin
Bust on her face, aim for the eyelid
You wanna mansion, I want a island
12 pull up, I act like Joe Biden
Yeah, I'm goin dumb
Breakin' down cookies, I'm smokin' the crumb
I don't feel pain, yeah, nigga, I'm numb
If you go broke, you gon' become a bum
If I go broke, I'm run into some
She chew me up, just like bubble gum
Yeah, I'm fresh
Beatin' that pussy, makin' her hum
For the third time, she like, I'm bout to cum
She told me she love me, she got me like, um
She lookin' at me like, why you actin' dumb
Who the fuck said I was actin'
Walked out the front while I count up the back end
I'm adding more than what I'm subtractin
You can't see the stick, just know I ain't lackin
Drip too hard, they like, get him a napkin
Popped me a stick, I forgot what had happened
Hopped in the streets, I was adaptin
Now I got Benji Frank overlappin
Huh, yeah, talk on the beat, no I'm not rappin
Like toothpaste in the ghetto, naw I'm not cappin
Up all night, naw ain't no slackin
I get the racks in, yeah, Zoe say he got some new packs in
Shippin' them packs in, we don't need tracking
Give me a credit card, bet I could crack it
Jit like a Chiro, roll his ass up like a gyro
Huh, yeah, if you into it with me
Jit best go grab a Bible
Chop gon sing like American Idol