“When i hop up out the cut”
Man you aint hopping outta shit
We both know you safe at home
And baking scones in mommys crib
Suburb living
Finished kitchens
Family photos on the fridge
Stop with allat fraud and frontin i know where you really live
Cause i lived through the shi that yall glorified
Rip tees, homies immortalized
Seen what i seen yall really be mortified
To me that shi regular,rigby and mordecai
Spin my bin if you ready for action
Dont be shocked when you gettin the static
Oh you a gangster whollup what happend
Now its a plea and you claiming you passive
Put him in dirt, now he under the lil tree
Money keep callin’, my pockets stay real deep
He talkin’ tough, now he movin’ guilty
Pray for his soul, but this chopper ain’t holy
Step in the booth and it’s murder, I’m solely
Focused on baggin’ these rappers like groceries
Hop out the whip and I’m grippin’ it closely
Kazzy a savage, my aura stay ghostly
Never too friendly, my circle is cozy
Big on respect, don’t approach me all nosy
Keep me a blade like my name was Shinobi
Runnin’ up numbers, I’m doin’ it slowly
Stackin’ this paper, the mission is solely
Kazzy gon’ eat, got the game in a choke, see?
Put him in dirt, we don’t talk on it later
Kazzy stay silent, just countin’ this paper
Never no favors, we cut off the traitors
They talk on my name, but they know I’m a breaker
Move like a phantom, no need for a hater
Sharp with the words like a lyrical razor
Ghost in the cut and he clutch like a laser
Step to the mic and I’m cold like a glacier
Never no cappin’, I’m real to the core
They wanted smoke so I’m bringin’ some more
Kick down the door while they sleep on the floor
Kazzy and Ghost, yeah we ready for war
Switched up the flow, now they beggin’ for peace
Step in the booth and I’m off of the leash
Claim they got heart but they fold in a squeeze
I’m stackin’ these wins while they stuck on repeat
kingsam