The clock is tickin
Sit in the civic
I'm finna write you a lyric
Better yet, write you a vision
I'm finna toss you up
In the kitchen
Splittin' the dishes
And then I'll make you a victim
If you splittin', Imma aim with precision
I got the venom
And the flow that Invent 'em
But can prevent em
Breaking down the mumble raps in all these niggas sentences
Other rappers sayin they the truth
I'm not convinced with it
To me they some simpletons
Can't define a synonym
And I'm like GS, I'm finna win again
Step to me and imma knock you out
Like Cortland Finnegan
Disciplined
Swing and Imma counter and then hit you with
20 different schemes with this pen I grip
I admit
I been on my villain shit
Niggas give me energy
You could catch me making all these plans
For all me enemies
Cause I got some phony niggas
Coming up befriending me
And I got a couple niggas that be sippin' Hennesy
Tell me what you need
Shoutout to them fiends, I keep it clean
And I keep it G,
All them boys around you keep it weak
And you know the creep
Don't be asking why we in the street
Six deep, stuck up off the lean and weed
Cozy n**a I be doing all this shit
It's for my team
And I'll hit you with another scheme
All my brothers need
Money off the hustling
We not with, undercover schemes
And I hope I never ever see a lover bleed
Sit back
Open your mind
Im finna open a rhyme
This feelings hard to describe
I feel like work is my life
Spittin' flows, taking my time
Feeling vibes, getting old, days go by
Getting high, back when I was 12
I never thought I would fly
A master by myself, but I got some homies that slide
Passion that I felt would go away whenever I'm high
