Who you know making these beats and then killing em
I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em
He looking dusty so we get to grilling em
I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em
I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em
He looking dusty so we get to grilling em
I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Metal on me like a beyblade
She going down on me, she saying mayday
They look at me and they wish they in my place
That's because I do not stop till my payday

Im working Monday to motherfuckin' Friday
I put in my hours Im getting that millage
She fuck on me, then she get the whole entre
Then she finna ride me she having a field day, I swear to God

My flow really murder on the beat its a massacre
Really tryna see my family eat, Im a scavenger
I be steady moving like a fleet, El Salvador
Fuckin on my girl in the sheets, Im a savage here

She be steady sucking on my meat, Ima cum in her
Yes I got the jokes and they on me, feel like Kevin heart
You niggas be rapping off beat, that was from the start
In the booth its too hot I overheat, cause my flow is hard

Look how I'm doing these features inside of my room
Yes the closet my booth, let me tell you the truth
You don't need to spend money on all of these features
Cause half of these niggas aren't good

If he talk tough ima knock out his tooth
Pussy boy we are not motherfuckin' cool
Im finna go and finesse on that niggas career
If he keep up that talking, that pussy a fool

So I wake the fuck up thinking, today Im gon' fucking make shit
I can work inside this job as long as I am promised payment
My whole life I dealt with bullshit, but that taught me fuckin' patience
I work 9 to 5, I wanna die, but I will never say shit

Who you know making these beats and then killing em
I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em
He looking dusty so we get to grilling em
I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em
I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em
He looking dusty so we get to grilling em
I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em
I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em
He looking dusty so we get to grilling em
I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em
I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em
He looking dusty so we get to grilling em
I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em