Prompt / Lyrics
I be going dumb I’m throwing hunnids them blue strips go throw em up hit the gas like im drag racin big money bags what I been chasin them dead prezi’s need Ben franklins got a white bitch look good naked she top me off I’m the top dawg and that top spot where I sit at run this game I’m the goat I been that say you real but I see right through that don’t do no flockin I feel like Kodak cops come knockin fuck it you know how we rockin get in the whip and I’m swervin I’m dodgin runnin this shit feel like I’m David goggins I just keep goin never get exhausted started from the bottom bitch now I’m bossin flow lookin like a new whip how I copped it I got a baddie she drop to her knees she does what I say, im fulfilling her needs we racin im pacin and passin they playin im passively takin the lead practically practicing all of my passions im packing a punch and I punish em this shit too easy for me I am a lyrical wordsmith crafting the bars like I’m a machine if you wanna try me come and do it but you’ll find out that’s it’s runnin deep like ravines I be going dumb I’m throwing hunnids them blue strips go throw em up dark tinted windows bitch I’m feeling like the president I’m running this shit it’s so evident im spitting fire and dripping like water I’m harder than rocks And I move with the wind I am one with all the elements wake up and kill it I follow the regiments shine in the dark like a photo development fuck all the fame I don’t wanna be relevant telling me put on the greatest to do it I queue it and I am not talking intelligence look in my closet got too many skeletons riding with demons and creatures and specimens so fucking sick I ain’t taking no medicine talk about music I need it like vitamins I am the king got me feeling like Solomon never gonna slow down or breathe don’t need oxygen letting it fly like I’m Donovan making these hits Jackie Robinson stuck in my primes like im Optimus run in your house murder you and your spouse put her In the trash, you in the ottoman obviously I gotta follow my odyssey do what I want give a fuck about policy poppin like pills in a pharmacy I am a prophet the prophecy said I would take any rapper and treat em like property I’m making moves on the board like monopoly I map it out like topography sending out shots like it’s archery if I don’t hit you that’s like fuckin hitting the lottery homie most likely you’re probably dead with a shot to the head or an artery that’s what you get if you mocking me really no stopping me treating your life like a robbery so fucking broke bitch I grew up in poverty so what can you tell me? rap so much it’s unhealthy I don’t make money off this shit when I rap but the boy still somehow wealthy creep In the night take your life im deadly and ready all these mothafuckas so petty bitch I’m the best you can bet it I’m vetted crafted in the art of war I swing swords turn a battlefield to something you ain’t seen before
Tags
Hard rap 808 bass, trap, melodic, piano, chime bells
Duration
2:19
Instrumental
No
Created
1/3/2026