Writing for a minute, i aint sparing no seconds Havent spoke to God, though im calling like a reverend Jomie Crew, for union, man, that motto is irrelevant Down for whatever, if we talking dead presidents Young Nautic. Silly faced, with evil tactics Sleeping on him, now im tearing up the mattress Shifting like the phantom, random sightings in the distinct In contact with my mind, though my rhymes seem distant Pen is in my hand, the caskets what you model Speaking looselipped, cause the half empty bottle Its fine though, cause ruckus when we find dough Heart near gone, rib hollow, so my voice low Brass knucks, got him out, looking for trouble If you come clean, make sure my part is doubled Do em all dirty, leave em, worse than some rubble Spit hard, rivals only allowed to mumble Not judgemented. Leave the house all bummy Looking for new girls, harder than stars above me Using my gritty bars, for the fact I aint lovely Death aint caught me, opened the can abruptly Chugged the liquid down, got my problems all out Bringing bodies in, more than that cash into count Name heaven sent, but already know im hellbound Holler in the night, while yall dont make a sound Way i spit hard got them feeling all chagrin Like really though, whos really to test him? Leave their self esteem dim, less than a prelim Kill em in a min, then stand with a big grin Track clean, beat nice, flow swift Calking out the track every time you hear him hit Saying damn! Cause they know its about to happen. Competition void when they see him start rappin Busy bittie maccin. Busy opponent smackin Busy coming in, while the rest sent packin Keep quiet, cause this is not what you want Sicker by the moment, different doctor by the month Girls say they hate him cause his actions is blunt When they say they love him, all he do is laugh or grunt Skate, penny, biking, a bunch of us Spending randomly with my parents bucks, its apparent huh? I want label cuts. Though im spitting mad hard, im still making none So, we in the streets with the heat trying to make profit So catch my hands up or in another mans pockets Or packing up the dope, and the chronic, to sell for the low Then claim i got the money fast and honest
though, busy, calking, looselipped, nautic