See his story, bold and bitter
For rath has some love in it, he’ll make you doubt the scripture
Your brother masks a snitch, crackers won’t be lynchin'
Kill em' from tincture of keen dose, give a kiss to liver
Tracing his core lyric, space it so you can hear
It may take a while but then your face lift like “… Ahh. Yeah”
It’s like they know who’s style he rappin
Just keep in mind now, I’ll find my stature