B.O.M.B (Free Of Style)

Let me know that I'm back on my bullshit Served chilled like I'm one of the cool kids Pull up to your city now I'm running this town like you niggas ain't been in a full sprint You been in the kitchen now you stuck in the toilet, whatever you're dropping is still shit I needed more drive so up gear and I made em submit with the whip that I came with You need to get down more Elevated G, I remain on the ground floor Elevated me, when I spit, it's a downpour You claim to religion, it's praying on my downfall Claim cut different, but you all damn fades Jagged around the edge, I ain't tryna get laid Put my name on the map, so you know where I'm at So you make sure you're staying the f*ck out my way Ay, hold up I'm spitting game M on my head for the fortune and fame Come at my bars like I'm digging up graves Cause that's what purpose is, picking your brain Ay, wait It's my veins And periodically bleed on this page How you been trapping and catching nobody But I got the bodies where I'm spitting names Ay I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit Said I'm back on my bullshit And I'm out And I'm gone