Lyrics I go hard like punchline get off your necklace your face off and hands up to fit our fitness You taste wrong we killed your crew you no more detected when our fucks up to rap we addicted Call mr. critical i do everything political and kill a person physical i do da shit analytical When you over problem and shit you saw my face and its time to piss sip da good shit forget bout Christ hit my crib do my thing Im so fucking incredible my rhymes aint edible smell that bar oh its chemical you eat my bar you like delectable Your shit is expendable dispensable im electable exceptional international man thats aint illegible You dont turn my tune cuz im in them bitches you gotta hate right cuz i win with no glitches You dont play it right cuz you all off the distance you gotta act right if you act up you get shit You call your self a King , When theres gods from this game Writing a lot of rhymes no i wont blame But rapping these rhymes like a whack ass flame Ill let you lick my bars when i spit em on you , Cream Your in the bottom of the world , and were in the building Please dont rap about the money cuz we killed it You say the world looked at my money , made their eyes sore If i wanna talk bout mine ill make the whole world poor The streets , Special sheets , to the motherfucking peace Aint changing the motherfucker SoloBoy, do a ploy , join da joy , kiss the soil i walked on thats my game and toy Dont rap bout the money if your ghetto wack ass fuck I didnt , i just said i got enough , yeah im above I aint that rich , im rich freedom , but i swear to god your gonna hear my name and i beat em You keep cussin to rhyme feeble i cuss to move you fuckers my swear is your diesel So i failed this semester , the reason is fucking with his sister , that kid need anassistance Im making money from some crystal , When soloboy is walking , talking soloboys upon em you just need to some of dat , dat is a crack , crocking , blocking ,flocking , shocking , fucking will hit you life fuck your pocket , i dont wanna end like , look his clock tucking ,bitch imma kill em so please stop knoking supply your beats with some kinda usefulspeech , on the beach on your treats these bitches like making holes in da chees3 , contentious are taking more space of what contains us , my pen got that super ink my worda never vanish So fuck yall friends and fuck yall fellas Whatd i get when i kill em all .honstley ill own the kingdom of freedom
soloboy, da, cuz, worda, honstley