No Blasting

S13N is snapping S13N is texting Bitch get out the way coz S13N ain't blastin What the f*ck is up Ima fuckup its tatted on my cheek Ima get the broken heart, the horseshoe, I don't have to speek Never try to get it off me don't try to refute History written in my skin it's called tribute Even if I'm trapping I could lyrically be having Arguments be snapping till we physically be battling With fists and arms thrown back and forth You drop your heart like a fractured morth Your skin layers be colored like a fucking textured scortch Maybe I look pumped but I ain't using juice The flow is switching through I can always choose and change I open up the range, always working hard, never dropping change Yeah ay The top is never out of range Trying to beat the game It's not that hard with such a flow And practically no shame Sliding through the fame 360 with my brain Changing my whole life Like X after jail The flow is crazy and I told you that Even in the backseat of the cold cadillac I ain't trollin this is fact, I'm rolling with my neck It's not shiny so no hoes on my back, yeah