Hopping out the cranberry sedan with a damn tan
Blow em off if he ain't a fan I'll paint a man
Burgundy like Ron you ain't hurting me
You'll see the emergency vans in the vicinity
Type of sh*t that'll sit on your mantle piece
I'm like a can of bees buzzin high as a canopy cousin
But no relation,I'm debated as the boxden greatest
Im boxing while they fake sh*t, bob and weave no stopping me
Uppercut hit your jaw right through your throbbing cavity
I'll rob you for your masterpiece and bring it back to me
And walk through casualties so casually like why you asking me
I didn't do sh*t, or at least you didn't visualize
So when the pistol burns and smoke is risen through the skies
The eyes of the witnesses about to burn through trials
The aftermath is not guilty, talk so silky
Get through a murder case cause my skin is milky
No sweat ballin like garnet , burn a L like comets
All I see is progress, goin through my conquest
Flow so smooth you could fu*k on top of it
You better get to know this silver sly writer
Slip right inside the vagina clean as fine China
The meanest, of pen drops you gonna need a highlighter
Highlights of punchlines, and his thoughts are much brighter
Than a handful of diamonds, jungle camo on the islands
Rumble with this man get fu*ked up like dope lining
Snort the greatness, you can't even take a pinch
Take offense, but you'd probably bunt when I release the pitch
I'm a homerun, I'm in acres of the purple buds
Turn and run, or you're about to see the demons come
Red rum drink the sh*t , imma need me some
Murder ,catch a body and im hotter than the Phoenix sun
And I'll proceed to spit in tongues with the cotton mouth
Get up out your house before the warriors gone call you out
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