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

Trap, heavy 808s, gangster rap, bouncy beat with deep tone piano keys, darker beat