D-Rill

I'm cool with brothers still, watch your grill when I come up Quick to grip the steel, better skills when that gun up Cruise and I grip the wheel, turnin' heels when I run up F*ck bout how you feel, change the deal and get done up Boys been hungry, copped the loot, ditched the coupe and got humvees Hopped the fence when the blue boys haunt me, copped a mill but I still stay empty Men don't tempt me, on the streets with my roots they test me No balls and you still stay testy, no mags but my clips stay plenty Don't know what I'm holdin', boys new, gets respect like an oldie Been dope since I became an Aussie, hip-hop since I was a Joey I'm an OG like Toby, edited, made perfect like God used Adobe I don't get no respect, I made me unholy these rappers I eat up, they speaking Bologna Better get up your scoreboard, I've been it since before a Skarsgard When I slay on a beat I go hard, been a God before Thor was in Asgard No need for a faux pas, a mirage to accent my montage At the rate of a God I bombard, cross me now and unleash my trap card I'm cool with brothers still, watch your grill when I come up Quick to grip the steel, better skills when that gun up Cruise and I grip the wheel, turnin' heels when I run up F*ck bout how you feel, change the deal and get done up On the real I'm a heathen, one bar leave you cross like a deacon Smart beam and it shines like a beacon, as I slay to my fill with no reason Blood covered clothes, a hoe comatose, my portfolio break Alex Cross, To thunderous applause make you overdose, the dope overflows when I rip my flows But who could've seen that, I've been up to be down for the whole scrap Tap tap on your door for a dirt nap, scrap that, leave your bitch where the mats at Click clack, put your body in a knapsack, fat stacks, ya'll be fiending for the fat cats Oh rats make your school rock I'm Jack Black, catch flack, step back, bring the BRRRATAT