Treachery

DatBossMane C-Money Up on the fucking track Treachery is a deadly game You better recognize That I'm coming for yo ass Yo, my rhymes are venomous daggers Stabbing friends in the back for fame Collaborations just setups For a brutal lyrical assassinations in the game Smiling faces hide my knives Shaking hands that plot their demise Studio sessions turn to slaughterhouses Former allies just corpses in my eyes My flow's a funeral march Burying careers with every vicious line Fans cheer as I designate peers Treachery my path to hip-hop's throne Microphone my weapon of mass destruction Leaving rivals dead and unknown Behind the mic, a ruthless killer Fame my reward for their bloody bones Be aware of the fucking pride Don't take my kindness for a fucking weakness Or you gonna meet your fucking demise