Rap another verse about cars
this shit a facade
get on my knees
say a prayer
im in need of allah
drop bodies face down
parking in the garage
im a bad bitch
on stage like nicki minaj
how the fuck you selling
dope
when you hide in the screen
label got you by the neck
but its all for the streams
i come out on stage
smiling
like im out in a dream
think you hot but how the crowd
gone pop when you leave
everyday
something different
guess im the physician
i aint whippin dope
but i could make a bop
in the kitchen
writing bars down
making beats
while im doing dishes
everybody else
worried bout
they money and bitches

feeling good about my work
send you niggas to church
i could make a couple bands
just by dropping the merch
this is life baby
how the fuck you stop when it hurt
whether rap or not im whipping in the wok
till im dirt
rap a verse blindfolded
with rocks on my hands
i aint stopping drop the music
cuz ill die for my fans
so raw
bitch ill rap over some pots and the pans
terrorist tendencies
im like osama wit bands

came from the burgh
thats a murder capital of new york
aint no acap
but boy i love to eat me some pork
niggas see a opportunity
then wanna support
kill a rapper wit a hockey mask
like that was a sport
put that lean down nigga
its a brita inside
getting crunk inside the function
like im brokencyde
you still rap but you got kids
nigga handle yo life
we all numbers to the governent
and tryna survive

i remember that one time
i took some shrooms in the desert
i thought everything was fucked
like ill never do better
now i got my own crib
provolone goat and cheddar
on tour in the summer
give fuck bout yo header

religion for them niggas who
aint experience hell
im spiritual a couple months
ago i went there myself
now im rollin down deep
like my name is adele
only by gods grace
that nigga cxrpse will excell