I DID

the fire wavin in your face

you can call it John cena

I’m fuckin on Latinas

and riding with all my Nina’s

the shotty blast take you right to boxing class and beat your ass

i come around they looking like damn “who brought the reaper back?

I did

never sleepin late night grinding don’t close your eyelids

I tried to find my peace of mind but all I found was violence

let em know

I be spinning shit just like a fuckin globe

put em on the axis, I’m back up on they asses

I cook this shit in private then release it to the masses

catastrophic disasters happen when I get to snappin

im tongue-twistin and tantalizing

arrived in a fashion

that’s similar to what happens

if you’re askin “ who been the best out?”

it’s me bitch

got the wave, all these jealous bitches getting sea sick

your girl treat my dick like a seesaw you should’ve seen it

I’m tom Brady in the pocket pick apart your defense

everything is calculated

bitch I’m back and agitated

aggravated, now I’m animated and I’m activated

what’s next?

to keep bringing heat and making it complex

give em all the bars that they feel

even if they upset

we rolling out like autobots

and flying down the autobahn

I’m the leader like I’m megatron

but bitch I’m Casey Von

the whip is all white like cocaine

bitch I’m rick James

two Glocks loaded and heating up that’s a twin flame

brand new CF moto I’m Leaning aggressive

switch lanes

I swear to god they stealin my shit

its like they switched plates

your bitches hella ugly lil homie no way we switch dates

hoodie on me, baggy jeans

I fucked that bitch and did it mean

fucked her so damn good I probably increase that bitch self esteem

I’m a beast I get em hype

but I ain’t rockin no supreme

fuck you mean

and you know we strike em down but we ain’t fuckin bowling

and he saying that he real

well he gotta show me

and your girl top me off

no wonder you’re below me

bitch I’m blowing up

with the way that im making sounds

see the opp

and gun em down

like a call of duty round

send him to the heaven gates

cause I know that I’m hell bound

I’m in the field

with the steel

moving like a navy seal

I pray to Jesus take the wheel

I’m way too busy counting mills

they rap about this life

but me I live this shit for real

the first time I seen dead body

shit gave me the chills

but at this point

I’m not phased

the choppa split him down in half

now he’s two faced

every bar packs a punch

I don’t got no time to waste

the money what I chase

they say they running shit

I see em they just run in place

the fire wavin in your face

you can call it John cena

I’m fuckin on Latinas

and riding with all my Nina’s

the shotty blast take you right to boxing class and beat your ass

i come around they looking like damn “who brought the reaper back?

I did