ARTILLERY

Coming in like artillery, arch enemies, they target me Got the arrows like Clint, on level with Hillary You kidding me You kiddish motherfuckers always need a speech Rap game is trash, all carried on my back These lames in my path, they gonna get smacked Bitch, kiss my ass and keep getting last You can run every lap in the world, I'm too damn fast For you to keep up with, I've been stuck in these hallways I'm stumbling, mumbling, tumbling, through all of them Mark em in red, every step that they take is pretty much straight Cause I attack em with the lead, don't turn my back on loyal friends I keep stacking every win, I get, less attention Mention me in your post and that shit will go crazy Post a story with me rapping on it, should charge you for me performing Let me tap into your Apple wallets, I'm all in And your pockets are running away, blade to the face, countin' what I made Off of this rap shit, I'm making bank, losing my mind But I still feel sane, I'm glad I have had some change to my life It seemed like I could not get out of the dark side of my mind And moods thought I would lose the boots, '02 Em gave me and you I've knew since the first time I blew it, I could do this again Keep it moving, used to be losing, now I use that to my advantage Ripped off the bandage, start spitting shit that's so outlandish Then I got told. Can I tone it down a bit? Ugh, fine, I can get in trouble for only saying just one line I'm lyrically inclined with the fucking swagger I can be anything, even a body bagger Yeah, all my homies treat me like Marshall Mathers Got the game captured, I'm the one who attacks ya With his words like, I'm the damn internet All you nerds copy me, bitch, I infect everything With the venom coming from my mouth I'm marvelous with the pen, don't you ever ask me how I'm harmless, but when you get on my nerves, I start to draw the Glock You get popped like Pac back in '96, I'm Keefe D F*ck you mean