leave ur throat slit; no way I waiver when I waive the blade dog
that's a sure hit across your airwaves- call that a Drake song
home invasion; start murking ur family till u plead for me to leave ur bae
n ur broad won't be beggin for mercy but she'll be on'er knees either way
ur brain is full'a cancer; maybe science'll give u 1 to make ur raps this raw
but if AI is The Answer..then mothafucker you need to Practice more
red dot u; wherever u go ill b there to blast mine n have them hauling ur ass
I put points into squares n leave nothin but flat lines- call it a graph
act snobby n ull get bodied with the shotty for everyone to see, pike
e'rybody'll tell Resin some nasty shit like the bottom of a weed pipe
I've dealt packs for real gz n brought home cream u only seen in ur dreams
U don't put hands on keys..u keep ur fingers on the home keys behind ur screen
tired of ur lyin fam; u better write your will because your a dying man
I got the iron in hand; run n ill bring down the cals like i just gave u a diet plan
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