Rage Two

(Uh) (Goodbye s1rk) (I'm gonna live forever) Sipping wockhardt on a average Shooting out the clip but it's like thirty what I'm averaging I spin 'round your block and do you dirty like I'm from Pakistan you don't want no war with us, I'll box you up like packaging Sipping lean, shit got me walking slow, uh Spilt wockhardt on my jeans, now I gotta get some more ones When I pop out, everybody gon' know me Shooting this shit up like Kobe You don't want to fuck with the kid cause I already told you Try to play and then it's over I spin the block like I'm running some laps or some- They like, "why are you rapping bum?" I could go pull out a clip and go empty that shit big, and kill your whole eulogy Come from the bottom, but this is not new to me Shorty give me good brain like she got two degrees I jump on the mic with hella intuity I fuck on hoes but I don't like groupies Please don't copy the swag, I've been doing this shit for so long Your bitch in my bedroom with no thong I don't do cocaine, but the white line long Serenade your bitch, just by singing a song Got too many dead people on my phone Got too many dead tings calling my phone Had to tell your bitch to leave me alone, cause I do not need her Bitch I've been running far like the meter Purple in a white cup like I'm Frieza I get to doing the dash like a cheetah Pop out at your party, I'm keeping a heater All of you fools finna send me some hate, but I just laugh and stay kicking my feet up I'mma kick back with a bad Mamacita Shit getting hot like I'm catching a fever I'mma stay doing my race Running forever without ever catching a case Couple of shots to face He fall to the ground and we stomp him, we run in his place I'm getting filled with rage The way brody spray with the chop, think we hit 'em with mace I think I feel amazed You don't know the vibe, you ain't feeling me The enemies always stay filled with hate You know that I keep a Chinchilla, aye I feel like I'm Michael with Thriller, aye Send shots all the way to the ceiling, aye like the senate, I needed the bill to raise Like Redrum, I just been killing, aye Got Bape on my body, I feel like an ape Got drip on my diamonds, I feel insane Motherfucker, I am filled with rage You can't mess with me Balling in the studio, like Curry with these beats My youngns'll do you so you better not ever reach And my choppa playing Scribbl.io, it chase you down and eat They can't fuck with me, I'm weak Dick and her back, blow it out in the sheets I blew a quarter-mil up on a beach It's a lot of youngns I gotta feed Lot of rats and snakes in the streets I gotta wack 'em all up, cut the weeds Bitch it's s1rk, I do it with ease You keep it a hundred, I'm keeping it P (Laughter) You keep it a hundred, I'm keeping it P Keeping it peaceful But we is not keeping it peaceful, pull on your block with that motherfucking heater I was fucking with a couple of bad bitches, had to go back and check my demeanor They call me S-1-R-K-T-H-E-O-G, some- you can't be on I got D-R-I-P, all of my diamond is drip and y'all lacking freon Know that y'all super high up in the game, but what is a king to a kid like Dion? All of you motherfuckers' bitches and bitches be acting so fake, some- like Elon Why do y'all wanna copy what I be on Come from the Dell, I'm putting the streets on Come from the city, I'm putting in work I been grinding hard, digging in dirt Play with the gang and you must get Merced Choppa gon' bang, get you put in a hearse Speak on my name, get you put on a shirt All black whip and I'm spinning the curbs you cannot beat me, I'm fly as a bird Come to his crib, kick him to the curb This is my territory, you can't step in Still rocking out when I grab the Mac-11 How many shots that were sent, like seven Y'all tryna bite my flow like Stephan Y'all wanna talk, bitch I keep me a reverend Fuck with the gang and we giving you hell, fuck that I'm finna send you to heaven I'm finna be the whole greatest I'm destined I gotta keep it like ten times three, uh Smoking on PCP, uh Y'all ain't hard like me, uh Y'all can't bark this tree, uh Hoe, I keep a Mac-11 and I'll drop you, hit your knee I could copy-paste a youngn but that chop gon' hit delete