World Win

Been kicking Ill lyrics since an itty bitty lil nigga But I swear that this covid 19 got my 16s sicker Corona virus but I prefer Heineken and liquor You know I'm wilding when I get trees all 3 and mix up I'm illa The illest If you don't see my vision Then feel this This gon' be Braille for the spirit You hear it? Nigga cause I'm death with the penmen Ship that I'm steering Right into yo building At 9:11 AM on the dot I ain't kidding Blast right to heaven straight up from your spot Out the ceiling Laugh like hyena praying at yo plot While I'm pissing And have yo wifey pass another shot Scotty Pippin Then layup with my kids all in her twat When I hit it All the shit they talking don't ever really be targeted So it's all irrelevant they vent on some retarted shit They don't Eva wanna see the outcome when they started it Cause they can't control the narrative or who they started with Cause once that doors open I hope you know if u go'n walk thru it Cause if not el cucooie coming out to collect carcasses Of all ya constituents and contemporaries often bitch Until I'm acknowledged or defeat is what you acknowledging Aye rough riding for whirl wind Touching down to the old swing again You fucking with some real motherfuckers Since the dawn of time I'm colder than the Santa Clause Watch Tim Allen design This is devil music so into it Hit the vape I won't lose it We been drinking Might of smoked You lost your touch I hit the jokes Cause this is damaged off the inner wave You losing all the touch Smoked out all my problems Ate up all my lunch The munchies the killer The cough is the start Eyes glazing So amazing Throw a fucking tomahawk What the f*ck you smoking on? That new strain hits the blunt On a cart flow Damage drinking all the Smirnoff Hit the voodoo ranger Golden monkey flows But I save that shit for later I'm beyond 9 % hit Me at 9.5 like the price going up And the gas all fire Like Ayce been the legend And T.y just inspired Off that Vice Versa 2 Let that sequel get inside ya Let the sequel get inside ya bitch Step up you get expired bitch Don't be talking shit Cause you can catch a fat lip From one jab Ayce is at T.y always telling the truth That's foreign he never lose What the f*ck y'all gonna do? HAHA I am on the next level Caliber I'm going off I'll tell you what you're saying But you really fucking stupid soft You going off of song But that ain't on What the f*ck we doing man? Ayce this ain't wrong This is right And this is killing off the hype Just imagine off the freestyles We making over night God damn it he grinning I'm losing off occasions I never seen no asians But I tell you when they crazy rich And I been killing all this shit And god damn Freddie Go and kill it and losing all his shit Like What? Wooh Don't fight fam Mom named me Freddie I'm an M.C's nightmare Wooh We kill it Shit's so ridiculous Ah I spit it Right I kill a mic Like Killer Mike I hit it mhm I get yo bitch I hit it right and I get that ah Oh and if she a dike I'll still give her pipe Cause that bitch's like the dike when Ah ahhh