Nasty

Man i'm fucking vicious way i'm coming with the flows Never ever gonna stop till my body go froze I'm chasing after shows & fill my pockets up with o's I'm fucking patiently waiting for my art to just blow Never rap about money bitches or the close Rap about my feelings & I get a runny nose Cuz i'm too cold i'm too sick Please get the fuck off my dick I move in my lane hoe On my kdot 1train flow My mission is to get you to listen to all of These writtens & seen my vision I envision by beating the fucking system Told you ain't no villain check the way that Im shining check the way that i'm glisten My neck looking like christmas Shout out brother theesher for letting me Borrow t-shirts Thinking i'm fucking cool talk about a new freezer Everything i spit is gold just like that new frieza Oh man now i'm heating up oh fuck i think I got a fever Gotta slow it down i gotta give myself a breather Bitch you call me dexter my cuts could never cleaner Working on two tapes at the moment i'm too eager Best believe that all of all of em gone be heaters I'm tryna keep my following following the leader Ask me how i feel it's what cole said about features None of y'all shit worthy to bang outta my speakers Shoot my shot like a gun range Taking off like a runway Can't wait for that pay day I'm going straight to bombay Oh shit pause i mean the bahamas Sorry too many commas If it's not that then tijiuana Fuck yo girl i'm taking yo momma Man i'm hotter than a sauna mixed with lava at the bottom Cup of java y'all be falling of like leaves Up in the autumn My cranium bigger than stadiums you can't imagine My mania is on a radius you cannot fathom My will is on vibranium you cannot pass it The crown is for the taking i'm taking it i'm not asking And most of y'all be faking it faking it more than actors Homie all of this gassing leave you gasping like asthma Take a puff & keep on passing you ain't a bout that action And if there's smoke blow that loud cuz i ain't remember asking All you want is beef ' i'm just looking for the napkin Cuz i'm all about the peace i left the hate in the past I'm the fucking future don't need a pad & a pencil Ain't no need for writing now i'm spitting from my mental I could be successful i can feel my potential I just need my essentials: blunt & instrumentals And if you got something to say you could just @ me Don't go to them notes cuz them disses just tacky I'm killing all y'all off & on back you can just pat me