[Verse:]

I just make letters forge, into metaphors
West side, that's the set I'm for
Better better yours
Freshman of the game
But a vet of words
Set a curve
Bet I levitate above it
To another set of floors
You lobby level
I body rebels a shotty sound like a fucking Bugatti revving
My hotty eleven your dime a couple pennies short
She probably a seven in a mini-skirt
I'm ungodly as heaven to any perp
Skipping down sinners course without a courtship
Having unprotected intercourse
I'm bound to ball nigga center court
Spit a verse with the force to split a horse and rip a Porsche into fourths
Cats in this game are poor sport, sore losers
That's what happens with no passion when rapping
My mouth a pour spout for the truth
This is war music aimed toward any ward
Threatening my brethren
I got your broad begging that I bag like a Fendi store
Bet I get her wetter than any coast pick a shore
I dick her down one time and then I flick her towards
Any other nigga tryna deal with gold digging whores
I ain't the one sister naw this ain't mister yours
Just the one to twist you quicker than a fucking blender
I should be the number one draft pick this winter for
Any team that want a winner in they inner circle or
On they record label more than just a spitter
But it's raw nigga liverwurst
I'm a let the liquor pour
Flip my vision into yours
Sip until my liver hurt
Keep saying life is short guess I gotta live it more

Yeah... guess I gotta live it more
Haven't quite made it yet
Guess I gotta give it more