It's May 28, 2024, 11:38:01 PM
Not takin no for an answer like a spoiled childthe raps I'm bustin are straight scorchin, never mildcompetitors turn to jelly in my presenceeyes popped out, getting hypothermia from my necklacenever paying attention when others speakmy thoughts are what matters, no one else got anything on mecocky and confident but still got my mind right blast on sight like Chicago nights, we do or diethese metaphors shoot out of the mouth like saliva thinking you walking alone when Im right behind yacreep up, make the move, and you've departedyou the reason this got started, I'm cold hearted Fuckin with me you must be crazy, you’ll disappearWhen tested, my arms expand like I’m using cream and the clear( steroids)Snatch up a call girl, then kill her pimp in a flashCall me Christian Slater, cause this is True Romance