VALHALLA

Back strapped with katanas and my homie hold a stick Every time I pop out See the opposition pissed Sparking hella loud And (keep the and) you see roses in the mix Now I'm moving slower And that's only thirty rips Gotta go record, Get the trackouts out the zip Then I go and snap but I ain't talking bout no pics I knew this was made for me From when I took a sip They knew it was over By the time they heard the riff Kaso why you giving em Shit they will never get This is not for people Who don't listen when I spit This is for the people who are With me In the splits I could not care less About a molfuckin prick When my dad died I was working on a mix Care about my momma So I'm only making hits When I'm in the stu Call me alpha major prince but you should understand That you should never call me sick I don't give a f*ck about A rapper or a clique Hop out of the studio Into another whip I won't even cease until The games up in a grip I can smell em out And tell these people counterfeit I can see em flex On my own necklace Without even knowing All the scars up on my wrist Why they even talk Intoxicated on some triss I just grab a pen