The K got nice range and a tight handle...I’ll give ya crew the chopper/
With the hollow tips...the ‘point’s, fire on a trash squad’ like Kemba Walker/
This a hopeless fight. Y’all thought since he a topical nigga, I’m going light?/
I’ll fold this guy. Sharp gave me a poet so y’all should know ima snap...it’s open mic/
You a waste of my time, Cog. You know how many deaths the 9 caused?/
I keep mine drawn. Plus the bulldog stay in the coat like McGruff the crime dog/
Think life support can save you? NAH! Rush delivery to send this man on to God/
Slide to the ER to finish the job...Raisin on a vegetable like Ants on a Log/
It’s all gun bars with me. Fuck a angle...I’ll let the pole squirt on em/
It’s no need for personals when I can literally kill him...and THEN throw dirt on him/
Fucked ya bitch til her shit swole. I barely wanted my seed in that lil hoe/
So I switched holes....now Black coming in the back door like Jim Crow/
I done ate outta bear traps. I’ve pushed white, base, AND blared straps/
So growing up was like Nike stores...I had to supply Js and Air MAX/
This whole battle got me blowed bitch. For that, you get the whole clip/
The pole lift. Now the arms waving in a faggot face on some vogue shit/
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Sharp My nigga close this shit