Autopsy

Ah dah da da dah Ah dah da da dah Da da da dah Please don't boss me That's a autopsy Herd of me falsely Nigga you frolic Sissy you salty my bad I'm saucy End your life try and cross me I am a boss she living life c'est la vie Nothing it cost me run that beat Bought a room just to spread my feet Recording this heat this I can not teach Copy me possibly fact is your fraudulent I am the real thing and you will knowledge it No getting out of it even if out of it I rap my shit like presents under the tree Warps my shit Been at the bottom but on my tip in the fifth trying to get to the six Don't hold the crown cause it doesn't exist Just shift runners and it my time to run that shift Time that they herd that tiff I'm tough Rap along to the riff I'm such A milestone trendsetter no bluff Riding in a Benz in all black truck Not a Maybach cause I ain't that rich Climbing the pole to touch that wealth Won't lie to you won't lie to myself Spirit is well got through hell it's a place in the mind And thinking I'm fine I'm well I am going off now cause I can Wrap these bills rubber-band paper route bitch I been delivering since ten Nothings new just more Octave found my voice it's was a Chioce I dead the flow and kill shit Autopsy come with the voice Autopsy come with a Chioce I dump you in your ditch of Chioce Number the bars and run up the chorus Put down a verse and hearse your recordings Ah dah da da dah Ah dah da da dah Da da da dah Da da da dah Ah dah da da dah Da da da dah Da da da dah Ah dah da da dah Da da da dah