Return of the king

Im the master No buts step on the top I be the champion rocks pop nostop pass me the pipe again cash piles stay out of site no mandalin chups willing to fight to get a spot from the dealer man fill a pocket with grands watch out for cops them fuks be dogs we be  dodging them no shock to stock saving dosh to buy wat we want we ride on the hot smoking spots low key gronks holding props smashing the locks of doors prepare for score declare the war beware the poor got more heart the y'all don't start your jaw will get broke for shore u jokes ignore the fact we more better then law watch the rise and fall of haters who ball but never call the measurements of raw mashing any sport even the hustle without talk the fill out could shot a fool on wild with a tool in ya mouth blowing ya brains about switching lanes with style land of the brave that smile turning up the heat for miles while opps get defeated with smiles there sh it depleted on trial not repeated like guile them guilty poffs get by though no sweat to my mode just running up debt to fly bro do or die my motto no need to lie I suppose I ride on wat I know drop a fuk wit in time to pose clock the math it timeless bro if I rymless I brake a nose shake a foe and stab the ho take a breath then snap the drone pack a gat then slap the clone take a nap and clap a shot in the back of there dome tick for tack off the track side ride on maps while clocking laps rocking the stacks poping there hats stopping them rats who think they got stacks shock to these gafs which owe money to me fukn janks seeing me and waks chop them up then trap can't lend them cats deadend fuks get smashed spend paper from tax tell them to relax slow down on the Max them clowns don't listen but them be the facts the mission life hackes division name black fuk them system we Mack's driven by cash the drugs make us mad no love for them janks a young thug gets straight pass the past get fukn trashed above the game we will bash any chump who get laughs over a brother with racks nldont bother me with packs I got my own so get lost watch ya tone u anit no boss il paint ya home with holes if u want u ull run to cops u smelly dog ya belly empty u cumt the jelly from ya head will make me laugh u fake dents flee while u watch on the phone hot swap a meth rock with salt to rip off drip on ice next to a dead cumt red bread hit for hit speed abit defend the betch amend my click corner of Glen I sit made men u with just bullshit they wish u trip I spit in ya face u prik got plenty space u think it's not a race so quit ro eat a dik before u start some shit and ur family gets hit form the stupid shit u say u fuk wit so don't play with this because to day u pay tick and no cardless cash for this straight cash u betchh finish or diminish

drill Rap