I could sum up all of y'all in three words

Money, cars, and honeys

Its the same thing every other verse

You ain't go to jail

Didn't commit any crimes

Sayin you the king they should hail

Because you can rhyme a couple of lines

Nobody wants to hear about how you do in bed

Every other lyric, involves givin head

Or drugs, or countin the bucks

Quit lyin,

Its cause of fakes like you

That rap's been dyin

I know you probably think

“Who the heck does this boy think he is?”

I'm the real thing, y'all are just posterchild's

You complain all you want

Bein' in denial.

You wanna know who I am?

I'm the equation you can't solve

Bringin the new vibe,

While you stick with the old

While you sit there with your plated gold

While you lyin there in the freezing cold

Realizing that I got you in the lyrical chokehold

I ain't got a closing statement

A final word

VICTORY

It's mine- ya heard

oh us fakerappers, thank god ur here to save hiphop for us

uhm….ok then

I break backs like a chiropractor /
The underestimated factor when I attack ya //
I crush fake rappers /
Using force like a Jedi Master //
Ya need to relax or grab a xanax ‘fore yo eyes get blacked /
Try to run away and yo legs get clapped //
Try to save the day and yo ass get smacked /
Heroes around here, they get Saran wrapped //
I don’t know how to spit I just know how to rap /
Surrender’s not an option when I’m under attack //
Crouched behind tables with my hand on the gat /
I might die tonight but I’ll die shooting back //
Necromancy runs in my veins, I’m insane /
I’m the hardest like the last level in the game //
I’m derranged, sipping lean with Full Throttles /
It’s about time the streets got remodelled //
I’m a leader in the drug game, shut up and follow /
Last time you pushed coke the result was a bottle //
Now gravel cause I’m the greatest of my time /
Writing Heavenly words, cause my skills are divine //

Ten bars to end this conversation. Gothy Out.