BLITZZZ

I got shade under my eyes Like im running a blitz Your qb is getting sacked My sacks actually hit Yo Hit me Dis twenty one jack Got me downing a fifth A frozen bottle of tequila Guess im taking a sip These strains of weed Are more like doggy breeds Im puffing pitbull With german shepherd I put the m in monopoly Philosophy writer Socrates Monogamy relations with vibrations I curve my tounge While im popping beats And Im all her in muffin like poppy Seeds She Swallow seeds And always call me papi And claims im papi from fertile seeds You can go throw a beat My flo hurdle 3 I surface my verses surfing On top of these urgent Splurges of waves and sea A couple ms for my bank to see Mark what do you for money Disrespected by the blatancy May not believe but Im the a c e Sir Im potty mouth just like the Album At this point I can sell blank cds Why waive the fees When I needa eat Sorry thats my greediness I look at my lyrics as fine ingredients To cook up a concoction Constructing thinking like phineas Putting my blood in it My lyrics part of my lineage Feed the story As you watch the plot thicken Im not schitz But I always hear a little clock ticking With a voice right behind it Saying get to work mister How the legends gonna hear you If you in your head spitting No shitting cant lie Im top five independent My rap name is my name But call me what the games been Missing Or do not call me at all It dont make no difference Thats my ego talking I really appreciate who listens From the bottom of my heart Its my favorite feeling Tell me who else do you Know thats killing more than villians Skilling cooking soul Out of a skillet Made a beat for dinner Thinner Im injecting in your vein Emotion penicillin When you told me The news you got I didnt know what to believe Add to the stress Im deep in my head And I was still going thru grief I was all fucked up To tell the truth And Im honest as honest can be Confused on why and how and when But I still find myself in my dreams Thinking if this shit real Than im forsure needing a mill For the young one and bills And the extra pocket change For the meals For my safety ill kill But Before I ever do ill heal I put that on god My mom my dad my bros Ima always keep the music real No doubt Leaving beats on a long stretcher Ima paramedic If you feel under the weather Whether or not You are rocking With my whole get up Ima still run the hot bars Without any sweating Im Sharper than the bottom Of my jaw bone I roll from a scratch But they looking like some raw cones With the glass tip Fat hit Got a hot dome Another fat hit Im Fresh meat With the raw flo Trust im going big like costco