Bars are still on me man, you know I just keep going, ct where you at, Yeah, it’s like that See i’m a beast, always have been Always will be Hungry, a 7 course meal couldn’t fill me Wanna come and step to the flowin Then fucker feel free I could make a lyricist look like lil b Been in the game for a minute under your radar Building my momentum for the moment that i’ll take charge My reflection’s still the same like spelling racecar Now i’ve just come far enough to overcome the race card Let me break it off toppa Freestyling to your chick, yeah take it off mama I’m a profession ass Showing you who really hotter Got a smaller change at beating me Then finding jimmy hoffa Got a lotta people rolling with me, how is it a shocker That i made it to the top Spitting out this molten lava Now i’m frying rappers up just like some calamari Sorry, i’m chewing any beat like a piranha With a weed up in my paper or up in a philly, fuck it Till i’m on the beach with a marguerite like jimmy buffet I’ll be spittin these flows Time to really get it man Snapping like a gorilla, wearing a silly band Like a tattoeed grizzly Sick, representing raccoon city Playing these shows then i smash two biddies Blazing these blows till i stack two milli Came up in the game like a certified hustler Pedal to the metal till i’m burning my muffler Fuck ya, everyday i stay smoking My jar is ajar, yeah i keep that shit open Potent, they can’t measure up i’m too tall, Yo choke em, murder on the mic and now they all know Frozen, spit is so cold that i cause snow You gonn need a sweater and beanie like waldo Motherfucker i am that dude Who else could pull off these super mario tattoos? I got these other rappers salty, like cashews Cause i’m bad news for my competition, that’s true Coming through my dude, i have limitless Sick, achoo, i proved i spot rigorous Hating on me while i bruise your chick’s clitoris And she was into it And i was into her, get it bitch? Kid icarus, flying through the clouds With a bottle full of liquor And a pocket full of loud Go across the country and i’m rocking every crowd I’m a dog, 100 deeds of eddie mcdowd And i’ma spit my damn flows Suburban commando, call me rambo, back pack on like banjo Kazooie, truly in charge like soprano A jax at the head of the table, of samcro My mind wanders while i’m writing a freeverse And this weed only makes my a.d.d. worse But i’m coming with the bars, Let a beast work That’s why your little sister got a webby t-shirt Rock it, dope hip-hop it Full speed with it and i never plan on stoppin’ Italiano on the mic, so you’ll be fuckin’ mobbin’ All i do is murder beats, i got a fuckin’ problem.