Flexing n finessin
Like I'm on the courts swishing
Neva missin
I'm the next up
Get ya defense up
I'm on the offense steady scoring
Niggas knt guard me might have to kome up with three niggas to kome at me buh ya triple teaming aint gon help kause I'ma make ya asses melt
Ya heated I know kause I keep winning
Ya wins is thinning in the lines
I'ma keep dissing
Ya niggas on my plate
I'ma stay eating Neva on a empty stomach
Ya niggas suck nd outta luck
Nd outta touch
This my shit ya fake ass rappers might wanna turn into actors kause the way that I'm rapping
I might as well jus wrap it up
This is too much, like I pulled up
From half court nd shot ya down
Ain't no more love goin around
They should jus give me the crown
Nd king me nd gimme gods ring
Im the reigning champ
Ya niggas jus some chumps
We ain't made from the same clothes
Ya fabricated jus some fake wannabes
Buh I'm me one nd only homie flexing n finessin till my time go that's the lime goal
YOU ARE READING
Rapaholic
Puisiit can be a poem or rap don't matter. read it all the wavy shit towards the end b deadass Fakts Jokerdapoet aka Luny Lanez
