Competent

Fully armed and equipped like john wick kill ya quick show mercy
No mercenary but I got tricks when it comes to monetary im sick
Rollin stick shift but i ought to move automatic
666 like im hitting straight sets its a devils game
Don't stray from the court you sport to win the blame
Im just a grown ass dog i dont fuck with these bitches no more
Just wanna lay all day watch or play a game and let the drinks pour
Till four in the morning when im faded
Looking at us like damn they dead
On a higher feels what im chasing
Not by the buy her heels for acing
Leveling up never been a choice
Ayee im just with my boys
We don't want no drama
Born to a queen that's my mama
Never put blind faith in personalities playing friendly
They grow tired of you knowing you wired differently
Pride myself in my own standards of morals and ethics i live by
Can't deprive me of my selfbuilt identity you could try
Off the top of my dome i spit real shit its a Syndrome
Like a palindrome im the same no matter how u read me
Spit Sick lyrics no gimmicks tricks your spirit
Slick rick wit on some jimmi hendrixx shit sttictly literature i paint the picture saint in a caricature
Ohm we some psycho youths bloody boys
Silent nights'll make the loudest noice
Dont trust a thing you say
Peterpan we just wanna play
Nerverland we just wanna stay
Life's a game one day we'll all get played
Jazzy like jeff and i got this will to real in me
Smithereens of pain had to discard holding a grudge never been me
Master of manipulation imagine Lucifer in the matrix
Before you knew me you thought dumbledore had more tricks