Next level Petty

Calm then cataloguin’ patterns of friction If I’m hot, it’s surgical, not random ignition don’t flare, I prepare, keep receipts in my head Every my bad you mutter gets re read instead Seasonal chill, but the fuse stays coiled Karma’s lazy—I prefer hands unsoiled Plan B’s folded neat in the back of my grin Petty so advanced you don’t clock when it begins

don’t snap, I distill, dismember by decimals Petty so clinical pressure goes subliminal Blink and it’s incremental slip-ups get habitual Life start buffering luck gets conditional No threats no flex, just edits I slip in Every step you take feels slightly off rhythm You won’t see the hand won’t catch the twist You just feel the bleed out SHITLIST

Left lane violators sightseein life

I ghost past quick, just a smear of white

Grocery aisle sprawled like you payin’ rent

Spatial awareness is a learned event Blinker’s a lever, not a suggestion Use it or live in perpetual tension School zone crawl, moral high ground slow blow past reckless hope fate’s in a good mood though

don’t snap, I distill, dismember by decimals, Petty so clinical pressure goes subliminal Blink and it’s incremental slip ups get habitual Life start buffering luck gets conditional No threats, no flex just edits I slip in Every step you take feels slightly off-rhythm You won’t see the hand won’t catch the twist You just feel the bleed out SHITLIST

Ways to get flagged? Oh, I keep a few

This list breathes, evolves, updates you

Family sideways? Seasonal sins? Christmas in November? Yeah, noted then Road pace trash, can’t read the flow Too fast, too slow pick one, bro If I like you, I pour it out, generosity loud Talk slick once, now trust’s been disallowed Clown someone workin’ just earnin’ their pay That’s how small souls leak every day None of this loud, none of this new Just baseline tests most fail straight through This ain’t the ending, it’s clerical shit Now let’s discuss what comes with the

No threats spoken, no scenes made Just quiet adjustments, life slightly misplayed You won’t feel the cut, won’t notice the twist Till the beat drops out—SHITLIST

don’t snap, I distill, dismember by decimals Petty so clinical pressure goes subliminal Blink and it’s incremental slip-ups get habitual Life start buffering, luck gets conditional No threats no flex just edits I slip in Every step you take feels slightly off rhythm You won’t see the hand won’t catch the twist You just feel the bleed out SHITLIST

think it’s petty Its strategic art Every slight every snub, a work of craft don’t need to shout don’t need to fight Silent wars are won with precision and might You crossed a line you’re in my zone Every action has a consequence its not just fun not here to play here to win Next level petty where the stakes are thin You’ll see the signs but you wont understand The subtle shifts the subtle plans you aint ready for the mastermind Next level petty, where the petty reigns like it does with the greatness baby. Goody life, verbal Sprint, TGB!