[Verse 1]
Yea I'm quick ta hurt, 'cuz I'm perfect when/
I spit a verse, issa perfect 10//
Jus Jack you Queens, 'cuz I'm the King and the Ace/
So how could you think, that these lyrics aint Straight?//
Betta take those thoughts, and Flush 'em out/
'fore I take ya jaw, N jus punch it out//
Man I redefine, the undaground/
But yall weak ass rhymes, cant touch mah sound//
I run the block, you stand alone/
I'm call-N-shots, like camera phones//
But not with glocks, I dont handle those/
Or else how could I hold, all this dough?!//
Jus look at all these ho's, tryna tell me
All these lies and fables....../
I know ya fake tho......thats why I send you home every time like an agressive 3rd base coach//
[Hook x2]
Yaaaaalll thiiiinkk you so hot/
But Oooooh Shiiiiit, you forgot//
That IIII'mmm liiiigghtt years ahead/
So please....jus leave my presence now//
[Verse 2]
I spit awesome lines, is nasty free's/
That cause all kinds, of casualties//
N I stay on the grind, actively/
Dawg I could hustle, Cassidy//
You know my bars like throwin darts/
That open hearts, I go bizarre//
Jus flowin hard to own the charts/
Leave cuts as deep, as oceans are//
While waitin..so patiently/
For yall ta stop hatin so blatently//
And give the fuck up chasin me/
Dont you get it, bitches, God prays to me//
Basically, yall jus need ta back off N stop tryna touch my sounds..../
And gimme some space, or else I'll give you some........UNDER THE GROUND!!//
[Hook x2]
