I’m on an elevated fixated lyrical ride of fame glory it’s all part of the story I’m still in it to win with verbal thrill that helps verify the kill. I’m the one they call when they wanna hear shit raw when they start to lose care of what kinda shit that prince said like All that talk about spraying led and packin gats and wearing Vests like how he never at rest like how he never passed the tests like how he stay in heat his numbers always in the red .

Prince like what the fuck you just said ? Come at me again let me hear u clear again dnt get stuck now it’s only been under minute since it was said let me hear it even if it’s red even if it’s a generate from the best fake ever to try n run my race . U blasted half baked u last place you out of time for god sake take a fucking break I say … make or fake I’m Prince kiss n wink turning trends to lends n loans to spends nikka I’m a lyrical for example

antidisestablishmentrianism a political clysmic foreign tranquiled leaving ya dreams in disbelief I leave most drawn to the barsI drop steel or alloy wheels magnetism ending ya whole music world down in ya soul lyrical catestrophic verbal criticisms I’m a winna winnin a winna grinnin a winna white lie sinnin its facts I supply I stay bringing its facts when trapped I stay strapped with Mack’s gats all kinds straps rounds in number order all the way n all the way down sorta like when ur smile turns to a frown when u come up with another win all while yall face reflect of the shine of my crown im year round im in bound im barely found but 100 percent brown . Im in ya town all day n night now spittin trife times for spite now its alright but foul I keep shit air tight call it lyrical lockdown pull up to my spot now find ya self wrapped up in bloody white towels