I get buckets like Bismack Biyambo
but I’m broke because I bought one ho-ho
don’t come at me, you’re not a foe
I tower over you head to toe
I always perform like it’s a show
and you lookin like you at an all-time low
not the band fam, I do rap, not pop or rock
my bars leave you in shock
standing still,shook, like you’re Poppa Doc,
I warned you I’m not someone to mock
Ill bully you verbally,leave you corrupt mentally
sorry that’s my mentality,rap is my formality,
it’s in my personality, so excuse my brutality,
as I’m ripping out your spine, fatality.
You can’t stop this creativity,
I see my goals so vividly,
but they trying to stop me, but I practice this game routinely,
so why cant they see, they can’t cop me,
calling me foul like they a referee,
trying to keep my mouth shut,but Ill spit through the wire,
and honestly, can I get much higher?
Im a high flyer and these people just jealous I spit fire.