Billy Bank$

Middle finger first To the competition Since my dog left the matter of earth I can't give him a visit Tryna spin the hurt To some rap shits not for digits Growing's definitely the intention But I didn't start as a midget I'd twist cigars with your spinach Without your permission of course If your shit was worth a good torch It ain't mids it's the floor lower than your dick tricking whore Who's sick as a rhode Your spliffs smell like liquor You flick your bic might explode As I'm hitting the road I cant expedite this expedition Quit the ranting bitch you trippin Ratchet as they come I'll have her sucking dick for a mc chicken Bag it gotta run all the homies see me on a mission Let the city know I'm coming home equipped with lower digits Brand new numbers Brand names A dirty mental F*ck your feelings F*ck your life Back in NY and now I feel it Stepping off the plane get them bones chilly My first thought Go kill him then do this on your own Run it up and stack a whole million See how you stack and you ain't no killer See how you act just like an old chameleon You're so civilian no opinion it's a fact you'd be engulfed in it If I ever rose up and froze your ass wouldn't even notice it My inner-scope is thick No interscope for this kid Cause my trigger finger itched And his skull got split from it I'm known for different shit But holy isn't it I'll leave you holey for quotes that you might've never said He talk I give him lead F*ck that If it walks I'll give it lead Don't talk f*ck the quotes he might've said No matter what he did If it looks at us crooked p we leave it dead I won't regret it I think they'll get the message I'm carving dank across the breast P inscribed the neck He wrote Tree apparently Not the first time a seed was in its throat Before it croaked This corpse was sucking dick bro The cock's his favorite pick and roll He stuffs them in his throat And doesn't let them go Until they blow a load To him semen is gold I'll beat him till he's old And eating semen in his Cheerios I'm curious if he likes me to beat him or he's furious I wonder if he wants to get me serious Cause if so he's not hearing noise I'll step up with my boys or solo Peel his nose off him Stuff where his feces goes When P-Tree shows up best believe you leave below Death is only what he bestows So don't leave your door open Cause he could creep in slow Freaks in tow or not No need to throw a hot message Just a shot left him dropped breathless I get a call I'm in St. Lou Tacoma rolling navy blue Through the city We at the arch it's mom I say "what it do" She said "nothing much I'm at home and safe Your brother working nothings changed Except one thing ry I have some news" I said "okay what's poppin today's the 8th what could've changed Your voice breaking you switching tone it's sounding strange What you got say are you okay" She said "I'm alright but here's the thing it's hank I'm sorry but he passed away yesterday a homicide Some kid named Walter shot him point blank" I knew I should've let my phone ring