precision as an afro trim
All big letters but it isn't
Smack the thin grin off a
leave this track back broken
Chrome grown men doing business
see if you can pencil 'em in
the wheels fall off then it's the end
feel real, genuine ballskin
Not to call the whole crowd out
and you know who you are like a shoutout
Place 'em in your loud mouth and
Waste of space face hastily,
reappear and disappear again
Villain not his hair, he's
he'd be a bald- headed African
Taking all the credit and jetted,
Turn a man into a mannequin
don't believe the hyperbole
It's like a murder spree,
Or beat in the head with lead
For street cred, leave him for dead
The slang suggest it was the guy
Who came to help the people
with they minds in they asses
You set trip and get a grip
These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin