My vernacular
Is spectacular
Super erratic
And causing static
So Every word is like I'm smacking them
Opps there more slaps again
Everything plus my thing and my other thing
Is everything that I'm packing
Doesn't need to be said
But I prefer to say instead
I'm all bout action nothing like a actor
Never scared so acting aint even factor
All I do is drop hot shit
My verses are straight fire
And my freestyles be steaming
Momma was an angel but Mr. Scott made her give birth to a demon
Now with my Spidey senses a teeming
With the Devil on my shoulder,
ya boy is a scheming
Doing what he can to get everything he's been dreaming
That includes money clothes hoes
House and the car but that ya already know, ya know
I don't think I know
All of my foes
I'm wearing my big boy pants and they just hide in the folds
Ya dig
Can't remember how I was gon finish this
So fuck it homie this is it
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