Flawless

Yo yo yo yo
It's Leroy the pretty boy gangsta
Leaving pussy prankstas in the past coz they too slow to answer
Your missus over at my ends looking like a belly dancer
More drifts than a Mitsubishi lancer
In fact I got my craft mastered
I plastered your girls vaginal walls with my seed
Indeed i be needing a mic to rhyme on a beat
Just check the first and last initials this here was meant to be
Every song I create I get closer to fame
Money and respect in the game it's all the same tho
I'd make the same dough from pushing in my benzo
Well prolly not, I could use a couple Ms in my bank account
Tell the teller to count it up again
I left the mic scarred like a kid witnessing his first murder scene
Fuck what you heard you don't know what I've seen
Feeling like you on level 1
And I'm on level 17
Just keep a level head my g
Cuz if we pull the lever, lead might turn you dead
I'm murdering buggin feds, we strive in the way of peace
But don't fuck with me, soy loco what I said
You try cross me again, you'll get a couple death threats
Me and my clique pack tecs to get ya fucken dome stretched
Or get ya chest stabbed or get ya abs punctured
I rupture your eardrums like I'm spraying a tommy gun
Feelin like tony montanas son
Until the day I'm number one imma rip up the mics
Never fold to the likes of a pussy guy
Who's tryna fuck with me out of spite
I'll split ya skull in half money
You think that it's funny but it's not
We really gonna rock till the end we stop
Fucking around with the likes of you
Coz you praying on the downfall of a young brother
Another motherfucker talking disrespect to me
Is gonna get they chin checked respectfully