I don’t get writer’s block I just write em out/ I’m crisp like a sprite when it’s hot, diss and you just might get dropped/ like it or not I’m a likable guy I’m psyching em out/ I was fighting in lots why you were just cycling thots, you a dyke in a box..so now listen... the way that you pitching you gone need more than a mound visit, you sound timid, and I don't kick it with round midgets that hound misses, i found this is the way losers acting around misfits/ pound for pound The Liston, you can bounce and get dismissed clown get this, ya couldn’t walk a mile wearing my fit bit/ competition is non existent, and you ain’t worth the honorable mention, hurts kuz you don’t wanna listen, certainly on a mission, bone pickin' lame cats with face tats that I can’t tell the difference in, splitting images, depicting sentiments and lifestyles they never lived within/ these are children men/ dependent on ill wills and pills again/

Dummy, i don’t need to sell... because it’s on my on terms W or L, wether I succeed or fail, no plan to see you in hell, he can tell/ stick around or he can bail, it don’t matter to me 'Cause I’ma eat as well/...
You can get yours in its important, and I'ma get mine/ not interdependent 'Cause wealth, is not a fixed pie/ meaning you blaming your lack of success on another, why you sit and do nothin' is for losers suckas, my brotha


I’m more than a rare exception you can’t compare him, I’m fly as Tuskegee airmen, my patience is thin as hairpin/ You find a sucka cat that’s talking smack and I’ll just dare him/ Come at me sideways, attacking im pushing back your chin.

I know you sour you adhere to fear and/
I’m overpowered like Jiren or Beerus/ you delirious, seriously you a joke, or high off OxyContin.. better yet, you’re a moron and not the oxy kind not the likes of mine I remember sitting back laughing hoping that I get sign/ Now I own my own tracks riding waves of the hype of mine/ Popular and dirt poor broke, that ain’t my type of grind/ If I got starter talent then why would I wanna ride the pine, pipe it down/ listen closely... I’m on the floor you in the nosebleeds, that’s 'Cause I spent my days with no sleep/ you fools know me, and Lowkey, you lil bros sheep, a lil bo peep you like a vicious dog with no teeth, and I’m an..
Animal that’s off the handle, standing on the mantle rap game John Randle opposition, manhandled/ you cant light I dang candle on a Sand hill, with 20 matches and a handbill, you ain’t got na’an skill/

You see these jokers yea They mediocre/ don’t get ya hopes up, a contradiction like an old pup, I’m pulling cards like Illyasova from deep playing Minnesota indeed I’m the Timberwolf, and you just a mini crook won’t let you off any hook

And plenty rooks thinking that they can get me shook, but on top of the scoring title..I'M locking up like I’m Michael/ the Jordan and beforehand I had floor plan and the door hinge so they adore him