Summer Sixteen (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Unknown motherf*cka
Friday the sixteens, murder number eight

[Verse]
I never been the one to spit the kindest raps
Sitting back, thinking of violent attacks
Wishing that none of you rap, I suggest you pass the mic
Unless you wanna visit the after life, cough it up, I ain’t asking twice
This game is filled with bench players, cheered like their starters
Your career will be short lived, because you clearly are garbage
You hate the skill that I bring, aim to kill when rhyming
I let my sixteens ring like I play for the Lakers
My sh*t is dangerous
You don’t want me going insane, different level with the pen game
I am not the one to taunt, once I flip, I’m catching some assaults
Let’s be real, I’m a rappers achilles heel
My rhymes are just too great
When me and the track meet, there’s casualties
It’s not wise to start a rap beef, when yo life is at stake
Greatness is calling my name, tell your top five that is my turn
Better stop tryin to get in my way, sh*t is not safe
I’m coming for what I deserve
The moment that you think you running sh*t, is when I Boston bomb you
The game is afraid of my rhyming
Feening for them to let me in like Bray Wyatt, b*tch
[Outro]
Peace out, motherf*cka