Zilla I'm 17 and my motto is fuck a bitch
Now I'm 27, still ain't givin' a shit
Cuz this rap game is lame,
Spendin' your little quarters,
All you get is a high score, nothin' to show
Lighters on your face for a year, then it's
Nigga never gave a fuck from the get -go
Play a little game, reality is much better
With more cheddar to shred
Niggas are still wild to oppose
L just to keep them smokin' some niggas
your check ain't no bigger
Niggas is kinda quiet these days,
Only the wealthiest niggas
US, it's all about the status these days
Cold cash or the gun blast on that ass
What you say, y the winners here?
Once you in the clear, prove it
In a fair way, get the drop
Engineers wasn't born with
They deal between two buildings here
sleep till you hibernatin'
lyin' naked in the eye of
crushing skull bone structure
the chrome foam plugged in
the same way as my actions
Before my knowledge is born,
my brain gets contractions
Is the ass with thoughts sharp
enough to rip your flesh?
partially rough as a barber cut
We can draw after ten spaces
but I better fake em out like in the matrix
What you thinkin' bout em?
Raise your doubt, eclipse the sun
It's beautiful, ain't nothin' but hits,
We livin' it up, we givin' it all to you
SV, spit like we blow till we blow
you playin' like you never did, no
SV, definitely destiny that we grow
Speak what I speak, say what I say
nine niggas dippin' it's coat
thinkin' that it's better to know
It's better than me focus,
nine niggas makin' it dough
It's like everything we doin'
Tappin' our lines, we riskin' our lives
Same niggas holdin' them knives
waitin' for the second you slip
the next hour niggas will flip
The ones that wanna see you ghost
The ones that hate you the most
Worst of all, they plottin'
We in the crawl, in your spot,
Nah, not really, you don't want it for real
Three niggas in your car, planning your kill
Caps or pill, niggas don't
dare penetrate you and steal
Plottin' the mood, we prude,
then breathe out the smoke
Bench pressin', workin' ab muscles
The jab knuckles in the back,
hard enough to lift the back
diamond push -ups by the stomach
Been throwin' medicine bars,
Hear you talkin' in the back
It's regular, you're destined to fall,
the champion rolls both arms
After the shackle of bones,
Everything you talk is dead,
like you chattin' with ghosts
With crystal balls, candles of smoke,
I spit you all with a burst
As your physical limbs charge
I know you took a pause when you heard his
your brain altered, remain targets
I drop the dosage, it's mega tight
You feel like the wall's closin'
And on em, checkmate, crummy king,