[ill nik-A]

I’m old, right?
No action behind all the talk that make u young dudes look meaner
u call it swag, I call it cool… so I’ll lose mine & kill u to prove who’s realer
this is Russian roulette with a loaded gun; friends actin like strangers
got mom to take a bullet for u… but ya dad, brother, sister, grandma & dog are still in the chamber
Fuck ya skill set! I got better wording, flows, punches & more
I’ll add shooting guns to my resume… u can add outta body experience to urs
no heater remorse, take everything from these wack rhymas
rumors have u bein’ next to Rob… I call this pistol whipping the Blac Chyna
loooove serving ya girl yay while that skeezer hurts ya pride
got a lot of miles BUT she rides good… that bitch is dealer certified
see, all these RB niggaz suck; from votin to rhymin things
Their Infiltration is Tragic… & the league’s devastated Allen didn’t stop u from signing in
I’m patient; but yall throw punches with no fuckin heart
concepts scared of the dark… that’s when mine pop out from under the bed with somethin’ sharp
u an Asian joke; that angle’ll have everyone jump like it’s great
coulda killed u with Resin leftovers… instead I poisoned em & used it to feed the dog that u ate