THIS ISN’T EVEN MY FINAL FORM

I got hoes in different zone times
Ima break her whole spine
Tweak without a coke line
Bitch you broke? got no time
So I gotta go bye, so fly, so high
Rope tie, no lie, we die
Every fucking second going by
So I ain't giving up and everyday I'm gonna try
Yea bitch I don made it I don't gotta fight to stay alive
I got food inside my fridge and don't make mama ever cry
Bitch I hated who I was so now I been a different guy

Run it up, run it up bitch
Ima shoot my shot and bet a get a fucking crit
Blood up on her mouth she told me bite up on her lip
You suck at making music every song is getting skipped
I be off something running and gunning to make you die quick
Every single time I took a stamp it been a bad trip
Why you run around? out of rounds? nah last clip
Ima bout to fucking break down right now that's it
Running in your house unannounced with that stick
Steady aim pro perk I be shooting from the hip
And my choppa been a Beyblade cuz I let it rip

Aye my choppa been a Beyblade cuz I let it rip (x3)

I got yo bitch up in the back (aye) no rosa parks
I can't feel no fucking shit I think that I lost my heart
And bitch I keep that metal on me like I'm Tony Stark
I always come with two blunts like it's Noah's Arch
These rappers don't compare I rip they face apart
When you hear my music this ain't music this shit just my art
Ima keep on making art until I leave my fucking mark
I be killing every single verse I've done it from the start
Little nigga be racks, shit I feel like Kevin Hart
Bitch you faker than that THC you puffing in your cart
So bitch I am not your homie better go and play your part
That's a carcass in the dark
Like a blunt I got a spark
Flyer that these rappers are
All my music rated R
And shit you can't escape far
Got you in my radar
Shit you can't escape far
Got you in my radar
SHIT YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FAR
GOT YOU IN MY RADAR