

Prompt / Lyrics
the way my names spreading round it breaks the fucking speed of sound creeping lurking with my fucking demons in the underground the underdog that came back from nothing like what a turn around speaking of the dogs go play around ima send the hounds then I bounce after that we rolling up some loud rookie of the year in this bitch it’s like I’m CJ stroud hopping on them PJs swear to God that I’m flying now write a track and get a BJ hop on the web and browse married to the mothafuckin money never breaking vows school of hard knocks you will never see me breaking down and I came loaded with drip and ima watch em drown give the crown Glock 28 with the hollow tips loaded and hit yo ass so many times leave you folded these bitches be playing these games I decode it my life is a book bitch I know cause I wrote it bar after bar and I know they gone quote it pour up the faygo you know that I’m rollin I might go crash out whenever I black out I’m driving the whip like the Kia boys stole it (skirrtt) my choppa like venom the bullets be potent (gunshot) these bitches be rats I don’t fuck with no rodents (fuck em) my diamonds are water my heart is so cold when I put on my chain I looked down and they frozen (burrr) the ops say they bout it but don’t got no motion bitch im on demon time like my watch is evil Rollie on me with the cardi on me you get offset fuckin with my people I might takeoff like a fuckin rocket and I’m on point like the space needle got hella guns and they all legal I been the 1 and I know it hurts and we sending birds like the fuckin eagles I got more racks I got more bitches I’ll tell you now we are not equal I’m on the level might smack the devil I roll with demons I got several I terminate him I keep the metal unload the clip we don’t ever settle I shoot to kill I do not wrestle don’t get it twisted these bitches get salty cause I’m stacking bread like a fuckin pretzel she wants a purse she want this and that but I told that bitch that she not special working and grinding I go get my cake up I’m taking your bitch and I fuck off her make up I’m rocking that Gucci I’m rocking that Louie And I’ll tell you straight up ain’t rockin Marc Jacobs I’m whippin that spider like Donovan Mitchell my shooters All ready to go at my signal these bitches they blow me like refs with a whistle you might get the tech if you foul it’s so simple I’m feeling like loke cause you know ima menace I might fuck around hit yo ass with the missle I’m rocking my diamonds they shining like crystals I feel like I’m Vader I’m Anakin I got em panicking might hit yo ass with the saber lights camera action my Glock got the laser do me a favor don’t do me no favors the way my names spreading round it breaks the fucking speed of sound creeping lurking with my fucking demons in the underground the underdog that came back from nothing like what a turn around walked in seen bad bitches walked out with a pair of dimes try me and get paralyzed pimpin rap with my penmanship and I don't give a fuck if I'm recognized this rap shit what I specialize alienated it only makes sense cause this shit I bring is unidentified my art be leaving them terrified no blue check but I'm verified they leechin off me like parasites so I spray em down with pesticide kill em all it's a genocide hit the blunt and get very high that's what I did in those dark times but since then I leveled up I won't let no shit control me I found the pace and I found the way so everything around me moves slowly I'm a rap God but not holy piss me off and Ima go broly my angels feel like my enemies and my demons feel like my homies I got guns up on my shelf no room for all of my Trophy's try me, better back up slowly they blockin shots like goalies brand new whip you know I'm rollin this a late night vibe turning water into wine never slowing down cause I don't worry bout the time bitch I'm cheesin I'm the MVP like every season ready for the turn up lil hoe give me a reason prayin up to Jesus but I'm lurking with my demons keep a heater cause this shit be getting cold in streets yeah you think you fucking know me you ain't seen what's underneath bitch I live in hell so I don't know whats under me shit be Killin me fell off but I'm back in it had to take a break and go and re pivot had a lotta pain I had to revisit my cousin got locked and he caught him a case every night I would sit there and cry addictied to fent he had nobody to vent he had no money to pay for his rent sitting alone in his cell all by himself I know it put him through hell but he made it out and I'm proud as I watch him excel this is the way that you grow we all locked in ten toes I pay what I owe and I put on show and I follow the rules of the code that's mandatory I'm cooking up in my laboratory I died at birth but I came back I talked to God he said tell your story that's real I'm misunderstood but I'll heal I won't back down I won't kneel if I see the devil I'm grabbing my strap and I'm cocking it back yeah I'm ready to kill I don't care about money I care about passion I ever get rich put it all in my will pass it right down to my kids I keep it real other rappers all myths you must be brain dead or straight cold hearted if these type of bars don't hit
Tags
Heavy trap, dark rap, heavy 808
4:19
No
12/1/2025