Ya better believe, that i'll put ya in grieve
And rip you up like ya arm was a torn sleeve/
Rushing ya flow to hurry without wings
Like prision you gonna worry about things/
Sho money isnt green but whiter than a ghost
Tanning wont help so ill light him in a roast/
Ima leave him tossed aside like a broken rhyme
Talkin sh** as if the world had a spoken pride/
Just keep ya trap closed, we dont wanna fall in
Jumpin while i gottem doin a back flip wall spin/
Cant learn without reading, didn't strike this book
Better chance surviving if you keep hidden like big foot/
Mind over matter, my words are stronger than muscle
Ill ghost write for ya n still win like a hustle/
Keeping the rest torched, this battle is way too hot
Better believe in Rigga when you pray to god/
