NUCLEAR

Weed all in her purse just where the dog should be
I'm beat ingesting you jesters chilling where the Gods should be
Son you niggas ground your ass like where your father been
All my niggas down for the chase you take a shot at me
Red Stripe Backwood and the Patty
Baddie waist small ass on phatty
Yall niggas jokes and ain't a soul laughing
I'm a standup kind of guy lets get some shows happening
Gold medal snatching
Full metal jacket
Big ass ego
I'm full of the shit you lacking
You spent a rack on that but your fit look erratic
My music crack like that turn recovereds to addicts

I'm trynna kill the false prophets
Live with real cash
Sealed pack
Real rap
Layers lettuce peel back
P.O box filled with dank how they ain't steal that
Might send your ass a beat just 'cause i feel bad

Steel clad ready up
Shut it I done said enough
Rolling with Kie know what it be my turn I rev it up
I dont give no fucks
Man thats just your luck
Steady on my cream cookie blunts they double stuffed