FINAL OFFER

Still a, sick sinner, the fuck you feeling bitter

I'm out here doin numbers off of pussies getting triggered

You some, piss tillers, sipping on some filler

Me oh I could never I got pack with no disclaimer

Rappers funny actin like we sum to fuck with

That bullshit that you posting really showing that you ain't shit

Keep banking on them bots baller claimin you gon make it

I heard that you been poppin off but who's that in your credits

I got that flow boy who gon do the most boy

You ain't got a damn card to match up all that fake noise

I'll pick apart your exploits keep rapping with that dumb voice

See I ain't get an option so my bars are made of alloys

I love it when they talk shit like fuck you think this is hoe

We ain't from the same lines ain't about to be your friend bro

I cock back like these headlines dropping missiles everywhere I go

You can get the same fate keep on claiming that you cut throats

Striker barracuda I go black out off a cobra

Wake up with some ana my components really fucked up

Like you could say a screw loose but i'm really lacking structure

Ain't complaining i'm just saying that my mental state is on one

You don't make up for your sins in the church

You do it in the streets

You do it at home

The rest is bullshit and you know it

What the hell is wrong with you two

Okay my mana's back in stock

Now back up before I pop off

My weight can't contain whats happening to the shot

I give it all that I got but they say that they never full

I take it and cut it up before shovin it down they throat

Stickin it back you black balled no fronts

I'm makin this shit look easy

Your bag full of duff and you pussy, could never beat me

The 8 ball got touched, and your bitch want me too

I make money talking bout all the shit that you'll never do

I'm off that dope, wait, Revy boutta hit up

Zeta got a zip of the chrysalis now I'm bitter

The chunk get bit off, the pipe get lit up

I throw shade easily back to the fuckin river I'm a stain

Ya get set up, your bitch get wet up

I'm kickin it with the dope boys flip the cerebellum

If I can't bounce back you take it and don't waste it

Now let me die in peace and get the fuck out my face

Thats a wrap