bad lungs

[Intro]
I got bad lungs, chat
Shit

[Verse 1]
This better work, I'm counting on it
Years of preparation got me out of reach from most opponents
Time for admiration has run out, it’s time to seek atonement
I’m the end, everything you have and seek
I’m coming for it
We ain’t friends, see you as a leech, I’m throwing salt up on ya
I’m the goal, colder then the dead and hot as Arizona
On a roll like butter on yo bread and like i’m passing classes
Cooking like you smell my gas
It’s clear to me without my glasses niggas need a fucking daddy
Shawty want the dick, reply like Randy Savage
Oh yeah
Finna break her back like I'm the total package
4 years from now I'm doing shit you niggas can’t imagine
Life is really wild, I’m getting pressed by niggas tippy tapping
Meet me at my house, I hope you niggas good at bullet catching
Bow bow
BITCH!

[Verse 2]
Cold as fuck outside, I simply rap to match it
Act right, the hero has arrived, expect to step on jackets
Fast life, I'm taking all I can but Satan move the fastest
Flash light, I’m taking niggas hands and take 'em out the trashest in sight
I’m seeking promised land, you gotta leave the ratchet brodie
If you give up the sky for Earth I’ll be the saddest brodie
When I ascend, you're all alone
It’s back to ashes brodie
So please stop playin' on my phone, I'm seeking answers brodie
These are things I wish my fucking father woulda told me