Cool, they love that.
Three from here, from the back, you hear three.
Now the rhythm changes when I do this, that's two rebounds.
Fist hits the bag, one, two, and comes back.
Single fist here, you hear that beat, change.
See double fist through, single fist, fist rolling.
Gotta feel more confident.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Two three four five six seven eight.
Three four five six seven eight.
Four five six seven eight.
Five six seven eight.
Six seven eight.
8, 7, 8, 6, 7, 8, 5, 6, 7, 8, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Uh-huh, grandma's siphon, back in Charlotte
Ooh, and that's the kid who be getting * on the regular
Rhymeskis wear 5G, moat bars, the cellular
Beyond nebula, supernatural, otherworldly
But smooth and casual, coming at you with something worthy
This game's so * nerdy, you're gonna need another jersey
Welcome to fine line, prime time, where there's nothing blurry
The vulture's thirsty, I won't beg for another's mercy
I just step up and I take it to protect my brother
This hurt me, top of the line, the movement in the product is high
You're not gonna find, the blueprint cause it's locked in my mind
Apply for shot, the music in the oculi rhyme
Stopping your time, can't lose it at the drop of a dime
I'm gonna listen closer, they think of their business owners
But missing a bigger picture, like balance to get exposure
They didn't focus, and then the flash is gone
Passing on, that's when they break like the crack of dawn
Tell me who the * is this, new doozy moving up the list
Dude must be using up the chips, cause he ain't cool enough for this
Well step up and fool enough to ***, got your girl straight drooling from the lips
And you're wondering why you don't get what I get when I spit you, well do enough of this
Spend a little less time getting lit, spend a little more
Spend a little less time making hits, spend a little less time getting chicks
Instead of spending all their time on my dick, uh
My vision's changed since I'm seeing a little fame
Nah, I'm just kidding, brainway, I'm shitting on everything
Bitch, you don't know the pain, but you see it's getting harder
You can suck me on the beach, but never blow me out the water
Thought prostitution was illegal, all these rappers sell his pussy
And claim it and it's lethal
So who the * is Marshall Alexander anyway?
A pinky eater? Nah, I'm feasting off of any plane
And one more time for the people in the back
Tell them where the * we at, hey, you're a cag-a-lack, uh
Yeah, sometimes they call me the prophet
I just speak up, you know what I mean
*, knees in the topics
Venomous to reign a champ like I'm running for office
Cut these rap careers short, I'm just cutting my losses
Break bread with the heathens, follow suit with the bosses
Black top, lay flat, ask the cops where the chalk is
Try to model in my shoes, they out of breath when they walking
When I lash out on niggas, yeah, I promise I don't do the *
Acting like a bitch and I'm the one that got the uterus
Been spitting flames, insane, ain't nothing new to this
Had to school these niggas, now they asking where your tutor is
Carolina's home jersey made me such a ruthless chick
Had so many styles every year to introduce a bitch
Yeah, you need to ask about V
Cause I'm handing out these niggas
Bars like disaster relief
Better salute me when you see me when you talking to me
In every hood where the cheesesteaks ain't comfortable
* love, I chug jugs of the blood of my enemies
New knives to pack, who I punch, laced with Hennessy
Heart bones can't handle my God's goons
If animals choose our suits, they say those are dark tombs
Again, those survivalists, the most violent in my environment
Scientists, trigamizing messiahs, wired to microchips
Genetic cyborg, my only host with vote and overthrow
To overload the overlords, controlling your soul
Behold the overdosed, the red pill and the blue one
Choose one, I'm Susan, the Uzi, a cool ton
But true, I'm Susan, the Uzi, a cool ton
To kill villagers on my boot runs for loose crumbs
* them, cut the rooster, they grew from it
Now cue the doom drums and the sacrificial dance
I'm a G-Hungry in the jungle, I'm a Carolina bear
The high stone, the farm show, five rolls of fine smoke
Weigh your knives through your cypher, Benihana, grommel
Free show, ho, get big time
Better watch out for the red dot
Better be there with a red drop
Be fresh as hell if the fans watch
My money long as a fishing line
Your money started to finish line
I've been with her and she better die
Might have * that bitch up about a million times
I wanna race, yeah, I wanna roll it
I'ma get it independent, nobody can ever control me
I just hopped up in the game, ball, mano, genovoly
She on the dick, that's my seat though, yeah
She on it slowly, uh, give it to her fast and run
I'ma tell you that the mess was just faster, *
Trash is *, step on the rabbit, *
Billy face, motherfucker, I'ma get past the drunk
Wouldn't give a * if I had two dicks
But I'm in the backseat riding with two chicks
And they both go six, and they both hit licks
Don't get that way, then they bump their fists, whoa
Kick them hoes to the curb, them hoes just get on my nerves, uh
Make me need another drink, uh, holla, zany, pop a purr, uh
Max shine, no light fixtures, I'm throwed off with that white
Lick of my beans, pwned, they bite quick
And I'm getting F-milk, I insist on
I'm on my grind, me and Young Jones McShine
Rip the microphone with lines sharp as porcupines
My boys miss rhymes, take you motherfuckers out your element
When I walk, I'm rip the ground shake like a hundred elephants
I go to hell and get hotter, I ain't selling *, not a
* your weed, take a hit of this fracker, then get a doctor
Cause I feel like I'm bout to be the sickest
I'm glowing hell and loud, keep your midget
Bitches, I smoke sherm lace blucks and chug
Lean up out of pickups, I don't drink vodka
That * be giving me hiccups
Blind, but I drive round town, truck in a pickup
On Mali and Viagra, so when I *, it's a sticker
I'm on my grind, me and Young Jones McShine
Shout out to Lingo, * the cypher
I should've spit this * on a single
Got chips like it's bingo, then * with the Migos
Cause y'all know I need medicine, it's grind mode
* everybody, you think you better than
Run up on you with your flame high
Facing the chase, you catch a space shot
It's the one with the 15
It's the one with the 15

Bitch Carter, get your frame rocked
Tar Heel, Gamecock, and Topsfield, bass rocked
Godzilla arms, still a swap, kill a James Bond
Multiple bricks on the vote, flip
Watch your soul, something's exist as soon as the score split
Shattered bone, battle zone, catacomb, Larry Holmes
Smashing microphones, smashing flows like I'm Alice Jones
Got the pulse on me from Hulk Hogan
We'll close Hulk Hogan, you co-hosted for Joe Rogan
The L-State, twisting like Whit Mills
My Harlequin pigtail, bitch on that fifth scale
Fifth scale, shake your beer, we can rumble, what?
Knuckle up your butts in a puddle like a junkie drunk
He's in trouble, I'm out of here, I'm out of here, I'm out of here
I'm up, I pull a 40, tell him, guzzle up your blood
Run it over in my double cup, I'm out here getting * up
Live it up, live it up, making soaps to the heavies
Cause you only live once, get the * up
Smoke a block, smoke a block, take a load to the door
Wish me getting * up, get the * up
It's the Carolina Messiah
I jump moves, I smoke cushions, spit fire with the empire
Snow goons at Benihana, kill and slaughter you all
And the hoes are found, I love name
Holy, both sticks, silver to knock
Bros slain in the dope game, showed me the plot
Grown in fame from the old days and opening slots
Grabbing the E-Tron, I'm out of here, I'm out of here
6-4, chocolate is in his spot, he's recruiting wild shooters
From Chattanooga to South Cuba, magnet green light
I shot his pop out the sewers, the sound is a bound movement
Whole alley's renewal, crowd booming till the crowd roams
And hallelujah, hallelujah
Bad neck, southern is served, still bussing in Europe
Word to my brothers in serve, I wear the first, tell his church
Give them something to worship, I hate the globe
When I'm sober, when I'm drunk and it's perfect, I like to see no
Cockatillos, I'm out in Negro
Shopping eco, folks in casinos, we're out the neighborhood
See my Calico, we should keep tripping, I'll call the legal
Country tour, stop the ring like John Cena, yo, I'm out of here
Get me out of here, I'm out of here, I'm out of here
Get me out of here, I'm out of here, I'm out of here
I'm out of here, I'm out of here, I'm out of here
I'm out of here, I'm out of here, I'm out of here