Godly

Want me chocked in Inside the wash mitt I'm feeling godly Like bitch get off me Think you got me Bitch you hardly Get me off see Proud to march inside the streets of Marley Get picked off of broad street How much you think these beats just cost me Yeah they're costly tryna cross me? do you salty Heavy punching the bags like you lost the. Only thing u had. Bitch you crusty Hit em with the swag no assist in the swish bitch Who could you fucking admit Coming right back with the boom pap rap Get the broom in-fact and move the attack yea Bruising your back now who's is the back y'all losing the track Put my fist in your face like Bruce Lee in that Y'all see him in that go to sleep in the womb like a seed in a nap Proceed to get slapped with an open hand like an opening act I'm poking your back like woo don't go opening that no You don't want to get smacked Like a gnat with a bat got a knack for a snack might just eat an edible. And pass on the Sack It's incredible After this massive attack like a thrasher I'm whacked Get back sick back put your ass on the mat woo Fall back like I just fucking put a napalm on the map boom Get going I'm gone yeah Whiplash when I spit this song so get up and sing along On the track I'm spitting Laid back I'm winning Straight facts I'm hitting Wanna see who got my back in the city like craps spent fifty All black real filthy the piece of me is trapped feel pity well actually I'll happily get down with the jiggy cause casualties with this casual speech and casually Leave While I'm packing the meat full of national seeds Strapped up with a mother fucking nine I told you I'm fine. Unfolding the lines. Like this isn't mine Man how many times. Can he release some rhymes yeah Looking for peace in mind like here's a piece of mine I'll treat you fine eight times like a Pizza pie So here's the reason why I be surprised I was defeated by an evil eye Neither I woulda thought who could compete this time. Damn I'm fucking speechless guy Like how many rings you got I wished the beat dropped This might be the mic drop Yeah, it can't be the mic drop Yeah, yeah Might just bite your wife like a python Bite down pipe down looking all back into my town My god full of the rats in the high tower iced out Be foul like I was living to left of the pole When I deliver I'm packing the bowl Shooting your liver I'm back in the zone Who could he figure he's acting alone Yeah check please Let me wreck the set please Yeah Resurrect the best I'm at your neck like pet peeves