Feeling warm in this tight room
I think I'm born just to write tunes
I'll leave you torn with a knife wound
If you're a storm I'm a typhoon
Might flow iller than a diabetic type two
Taking psychedelics just to get into the right mood
They can never tell it as intelligent as I do
Once I'm in my element it's evident you might lose
I'm gaining paper off the rhymes that I bust
Cuz all these ladies say they love the way that I rhyme in a rush
I'll spray a hater with some cyanide and fry him to slush
Or I can bake him like a pie using a nine that I clutch
But I'm, sick of rhyming out of rage
This might be the time where I decide to rhyme for days
Feeling like my minds tryna climb up out of a cage
So I'm sippin on this wine that's got the right amount of age
With my head a little heavy
Better bring your fetti
Got so many weapons that I'm peddling machetes
Bitch I've never been this ready, a veteran already
Get up on my level, I'm ahead of everybody
I don't mean to play vicious but I'm itching for the pump
Leave your face missing have you sitting in a slump
Feel the base hitting like a victim in a trunk
Watch the way the kid'll turn a swisher to a blunt
Homie listen to this bump went from feeling like I'm living in the slums
Now it's different cuz I'm tripping to the trumps
Tipping all these ones
For these bitches that be stripping for the funds
Get em dripping when this liquor hits their tongue
Filling up they lungs with the herbal I be twisting
Already feeling lifted off the purple I be sipping
Catch me hitting switches doing circles in the distance
They ask me how I made it out the ”No” with no assistance
Its cuz I got a brain that can generate a mlli
People call it strange but id rather say its silly
Pimping in my veins till the day they come and kill me
But I’ve always been the type to make a hater fucking feel me
So I never really tripped on things that ain't cash
Spit bomb hit songs 808 smash
Live long rip bongs made of straight hash
Spit the kind of game to make your database crash
We can face to face clash leave you laid and straight slashed
With a razor blade gash, to the face so brace fast
Cuz I came with eight gats, aimed and may blast
Play grenade catch, till your ass is made ash
You probably couldn’t fathom all this Adderall I’ve popped
I’m only using cannabis to catapult my thoughts
See I don't need to battle dog my catalogue is hot
See I fuck around I’ll let the hammer go to rattle of the top
Got the baddest looking bop, she can back it up and drop
Riding on it awhile she bouncing like a saddles on my cock
Loving how my anaconda is standing like a rock
Push up on that ass I wanna smash and never stop
Passion for this guap,
try an catch up to my spot
Tie your hands up in a knot
Fire at you land a shot
Fuck it I don’t need to plan a plot
Slam you with a random pan or pot
Your feeling me you’re here to see me rhyme
But I’m hearing that your fearing how I’m lyrically inclined
I can make you redefine
What it really means to grind
If you can't just understand him you should read between the lines
Now I don’t need to boast about the records that I’m wrecking
Or how I keep a toast for protecting my possessions
If you ask about my coast then the west is my direction
So when I spit a flow you should bet I’m representing
Ill second-guess and question everything you say or mention
Get you heated raise the tension, have you bleed and make confessions
Beat you in the face and blame depression
Till you can’t even seem to make a recollection
I'll grey your whole complexion
Then display my own aggression
As i'll break your bones in sections
Then i'll take a loaded Wesson
Let it spray along your face in all directions
Cuz you’re just hating that I make my own profession
Felling warm in this tight room
I think I’m born just to write tunes
I'll leave you tore with a knife wound
If you’re a storm I’m a typhoon
