Fuck it all

Cribby… Smooth Gang, my brother, that’s my entourage.

I’ll park this chopper on your your head like it’s my motherfuckin’ garage.

These niggas lame, playin’ games, (cam Travis) Douglas and Dickey whole life sabotage,

But I come through with that Waka Flocka flame,

Tear down your lives, leave your whole damn block camouflaged.

Niggas swear they hard, but they soft with that baby shit,

I remember when you tried me — boy, that move was crazy, bitch.

It was so weak I had to pray to forget,

But I need you to remember — one swing and your tree falls, timber,

Sharp blade, cut clean like a ninja’s temper.

Bruce Lee lightning kicks, dojo scene when I enter,

I’m the master — flame that wood, no splinter.

But I got that snow, you niggas get blowed, no winter,

Make your jaw lock, heart stop, ice cold — no shiver.

It’s over for sure when the master enters,

Ain’t no exit unless your soul exits your center.

I don’t fuck with nobody, I keep that fire on me,

Light ’em up like matches — candles hot — this shit get holy.

Niggas get dropped, niggas get popped, fewer words than emojis.

Toe-tag they ass — all they need is a doc and an old priest.

I’m the phantom in the hallway, footsteps the omen,

Cribby war drums hittin’ hard — apocalypse closin’.

I step in slow-motion, mind sharper than Konan,

Talk slick — I’ll rearrange your grill like your dentist was Logan.

I’m the one they whisper about —

The shadow with the shovel, diggin’ your hopes out.

Make your heartbeat jump wrong —

that’s a stroke route, choke out,

Have you reaching for the light like your phone battery broke out.

I’m the nightmare that creeps when the moon hit the blinds,

I’ll bend your spine backwards — chiropractic redesign.

Got beams so precise they’ll barcode your mind,

And the drum so loud it’ll stop your soul mid-stride.

I’m the villain in the hoodie with a notebook of death,

Every rhyme is a coffin — every verse is your breath

Leaving slow…

And your mama cryin’ more with every echo I left.

I don’t aim for your chest — I put your pride to the test,

Knock your crown clean off, tell your ghost: “Who next?”

I been cold since birth — frostbite in my veins,

Ain’t no therapy for chaos — I was raised in the flames.

Whole city know my name like a hurricane came,

Had the streets soundin’ like halftime —

crowd screamin’ my name.

Smooth Gang — we stomp through like giants,

We don’t threaten, we promise,

We don’t talk, we stay silent.

Niggas act tough on the web — that’s Wi-Fi violence,

Till I show up at they doorstep

and introduce real compliance.

I’m the rage that don’t fade, the blade that don’t rust,

The trust that don’t fold — the force that don’t hush.

I’m the smoke in the chapel,

I’m the preacher you can’t trust,

I’m the fuse to the bomb that erupts when you fuss.

When I enter the room, the whole soul of the block shifts,

Hands shake, eyes twitch, everybody talk quick.

I’m the plot twist,

Gravedigger with a plot list,

Name your top five — I melt ’em down into hot grits.