I hold bundles of paper,
I have it taped to my stomach
Was told money's our savior so I draped myself of it
If it's there for the takin' I say fuck all this waitin'
As procrastination only gets you adjusted to failure
A hunger's worth chasin',
Makin' bucks like they wages
My ends jar never empty 'cause a gun can replace it
I'm done with the base heads that play dumb evidently
As I can't edit them some so they come eloquently
When I arrived back in '07 y'all were stunned upon entry
Now one third in2 '19 & still none wanna tempt me
I scuffle intensely with a tongue beyond deadly
My lyrics buckle your legs & then crumple your head piece
I'm the one with that text heat,
Defeatin' these worthless foes
After a sequence of perfect blows,
I treat my last enemy like he was the first to go
But I've finished the resin,
& I sorta needed to hit you instead of...
Lookin' for dope in some region of the city I'm reppin'
I took the faster option,
Released what's concocted & yeah shit passed the time
I heard your bitch ass can bite?
So I expect an ill ass reply
Since the bitten lyrics are mine.
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