Good Luck B E

Good luck with your career. Rem here, nothing tight, about to have a good Year. Do fear, your ass a rat, I put A boot there. Kicking it, nigga napping on me, I'ma pick with it. Sick with it, all I Do is strike like I'm picketing. Uh, yeah, you shake weight, I'm rocked up. No cut, the bars good money, you bankrupt. I reps the five-footers, rest up Phife and RIP Price. Now every cut Kimbo Slice. Block It's a rap repo, rapid fire then reload. Niggas ain't really shooting bars, that's all B-roll. Uh, they eating with ham between they bread. And the feds feeding what's force-feeding into your Head. Bullshit, you just lasso beasts, It's bullwhips. Smooth wit, consistencies of good Grits. Uh, the rhythm hitting like it's off of The hip. And this 100 Proof something to sip, Get driz, nigga. Wit-wit-wit-wit-wit-wit-witness, Wit-wit-witness the memoirs. Wit-wit-wit-wit-wit-wit-witness the memoirs being Read as he sees it No lyrical miracle killer On beats, it's serial. Sound burial with style fly, nothing is aerial. Niggas carry out, that ain't spitting, that's all Ad-lib. Crack ribs with fire to wax like a Dab did. Hard punchlines, you punch lines in the Booth. Niggas ain't 100 Proof, more of a Thot Juice. With them live niggas, shout out Push. Drop slaps that mush and get it fire, But the game want bush. I don't fat pack but dress like I'm getting My fat packed. Spitting drugs, no verse on the Arm, no fat packs. A bar royal, rhymes thicker than milk spoil. Wrote my first 16 while the fiend lighting for You. Killer beat, it's no shocker I'm a Zulu. Whatever I put in there knows Guru, doo-doo. Uh, my flow cup, yours in a sippy. A little litty with big bars and a stash, No Diddy. Witness the memoirs being read as he sees it Fit. Block it out