Surprise Motherf*cker!
Open dreams with a knife on silver platers
Broken dreams always seem to be beverage
Rappers acting like fruit cakes with skinny jeans
Too much sweetness
Pass the peas and carrots. Quite a shame, that you got the flame
Someone quick (gun shot) grab and aim
With a bullet of gasoline inflamed in pain to drain n*ggas remain forever tamed
Less a rapper wanna hit me with a low blow
I guarantee his b*tch will hit me with a low blow
Now this n*gga wanna act like a male
I guess I got this n*gga going f*cking postal
Approach me its never piece I’m never noble
My enemy will never see me being vocal
My enemies will only see me being focal
Until my status is considered as a mogul
Meanwhile in the rap game, n*ggas talk this talk that. talk trap, talk bricks, can’t rap
n*ggas been in a brick house they whole life
With silver spoons and maids, what a rich fam
Meanwhile n*ggas struggle for heat
n*ggas parents they struggle to put shoes on they feet, opening up the stove, they clothes can’t stop it, frozen cold hands in pockets the winters a beast
Boy if you don’t sit your ass down
I don’t wanna hear your corny ass rhymes
I’ll probably put you in a box full of rocks break the lock since the world clearly dulled your ass down
I don’t see how these fake n*ggas really move sh*t
How these fake n*ggas do sh*t, n*ggas programed to f*cking lie to you
Mechanical f*cking bullsh*t
Bullsh*t I’m spitting a full clip with loose grip
My tool slip the damage it made nearly 2 clicks
From turning your skull to cool whip
Ricochet right to the shade your shadow no movement
Cause that was you’re best-friend in the night
You better move to the light
And Frankenstein is here to prove it’s better when you in sight
Of public cause killing villains at night and i love it
And i will bust quick. (blah 3x)
Reputation got to maintain
I try to find a muse but my fuse always switch lanes
My temper always seem to break chains
My n*ggas never changed never free, still in chains
And now they made of diamonds
Slave rearrange, my n*ggas still in pain
20, 30 years and the world still the same
20, 30 years, and the world still in pain
sh*t will never change
I got a kill a villain every time I’m near one
I got to re-up on the knowledge n*gga sh*t. (uh)
I gotta punish every devil that come near (uh)
I gotta watch my angels clear all my angles
Got no time to live in fear (uh)
I gotta watch my enemies for infinity
I gotta watch these snakes they pretend to be
I gotta watch my copy cats, my mini me’s
I guarantee a n*gga i really don’t play though
Guarantee i come to the fight with a plate though
Buffet, gourmet, sautéed those
Motherf*ckers who cause a ruckus a knife to they throat like f*ck it
Be mindful of what you n*ggas say though
I got a mindful of sh*t to say though, i gotta clip full of sh*t to spray though
I gotta box you can rot in hell. i never fail
Scott