Round 2 E

Woo! Piccolo, ah Keeping up a cool head, Minimal talk Discipline nine, more focus on my Thoughts This is who I wanna be, in that Case I'm awesome More like Broly, or something more Holy Better find an entity big enough to tackle Me Deca rod, double shot, pick a box Burial Plot, time to meet your painted potluck Oh shit, Collapsing under the weight Too many sleeping on me, Realize the mistake I am not about spring, never Be the baddiest bastard I know this soft shit Isn't where you invest I gotta bang, I gotta Go I gotta scream, I need the flows I Gotta cover up, getting frostbitten I'm braving the Winter, this beat's going gold, fuck Ay, Yuh Round two, ay Mayday, mayday, ah Got your lady Finessing her weight, uh Hit me up and I Hit her back later I'm just kidding, got no Game I been getting ghosted by my own mother Making up another lie Show myself and you'll see I am just another guy What kind of story Are you telling when I up and die? You motherfuckers want something different? Well maybe I provide I am the pure lyric, A tyranny I'm tearing up the scene, death note Made diary I'm on the hunt, compensate since I'm The runt Taking all the brunt has lost its Fun, ugh I'ma catch you human eyes Death in Sight, I can hide I'ma catch you human eyes In my web, you're the fly