ASTHMA ATTACK | BROSO THE SHOW: Season 2 (Ep.) (feat. Vir7ual, JtL & elijahamir!)

I can't lie, I been feeling like I'm the best shit Please tell me why all these niggas tryna test me Need all eyes, I'm about to leave niggas breathless Class in session, heed my lessons Guns to my demons head I see no reason to not pull triggers on 'em Mr. Demeanor cause all you niggas is little problems Fit to solve 'em quickly with a fist or pen Throne what I'm sitting in King of the south shit Always keep the power where my mouth is Ask your chic and rapper friends The tiger out of the den, I mean The lion, bear shit you know what you against Embodied the seven sins but you the one to repent Relevance don't mean shit when you spit like this Harder than llamas or Teanna on dick Pardon my french, starving again Deja vu, c'est la vie Cause you gotta accept that you could never be like me Quite a shift from how life treat me Peace to those deceased Raising pens like pieces if you wanna see me If niggas leeches, I'll send 'em straight to where Jesus sleeps My verses hurdle through time like fur elise I can't lie I be feeling like I'm the best Midas touch or a dark knight, Steph with a light contest I been behind the scenes for a minute I do confess Hopping back on this shit, you would swear that I never left it Who the f*ck I'm impressed with They rhymes ain't rhyming, it's quite concerning I'm the test that be keeping they ass nervous Be scared, seek you a sermon I'm reaping what I sowed Niggas bet I couldn't do it Time to pay me what you owe And they talking with their mouth sewed up, cause I don't hear a thing Built myself a road now I'm rolling fast as a bowling lane Bet I make a splash, if I hit the surface explode and rain Forever dripping off them stormy nights I overcame But back to the snapping, Imma drill 'em all Put my bars in shotties send somebody flying through a wall Packs a punch Jay the type to let y'all do the talking, I don't brag a bunch Collecting my stack while I'm laughing and smoking bags of blunts I'm super critical, a rapping miracle One up, I dare you too Leave you hysterical Bleeding and damaged too, irreparable Now he know the name I'm over niggas shoulders like the Hunchback of Notre Dame Only Jay I can't lie I been feeling like I'm the best shit Blessed with essence, don't call me the next shit I'm a weapon, pen a smith and wesson Stay protected, aim it at you necklace In the lexus, got your lady sexing She depressed, I delivered and then I left no text Soul Killer go flex, go figure no check No feature my brethren hold heaters Your bitch is on call, my music on speakers I'm ether you either see it or niggas is getting eaten What I'm doing to these beats What Ike did to Tina I might get subpoena, my mic need a breather I'm ice in the freezer, too cold I'm headed to the top, I woke up in the bed with two hoes I'm always on the clock, I'm steady coming up with new flows Ain't think that I could make a way but I created loopholes To be honest nigga I can't lie, I am clearly the best Need all eyes I'm about to leave niggas breathless Please tell my why, all these niggas trying to test me Oh I remember, their chicks in love with my essence Be wanting me present They see the gift, know I'm precious Know they want the tip tonight Cause the tribe on a quest Gotta keep cute Smooth and super groovy like Q My dude you know I got the juice Who got the moves I'm in the mind to make a movie Starring me and two white girls, with big booties Mama said"this my world" ain't that the truth I've been proving a slew of you losers are truly boof Roll 'em in a pack Smoke shit, who tryna match Always knew these rappers be lacking the couth and class They be acting like we ain't them Like he ain't him, but here's a challenge bitch nigga Do the laughs It may be hard to grasp that Diq has been the chosen Motherfuckers mad cause they cannot slow him Be in different bags, you'll never disrupt my focus Rose from groves, you could never grow from Pussy