Speedin’

I’m a spiritual individual
Genius niggas is lyrical analytical
Aiming at the 4th wall I spit nuclear missiles through
Dropping bombs like Socrates philosophies
Tell the demons get off of me
I’m the boss you see
Bowser bow wowing at the yipping coyotes
Thought they was wily they just wilding
Wiley off that peyote
Smoking doja in the dungeon dojo
Chains on my bowstaff
Wax on wax off
Katana close shave your mustache
I must ask
What the fuck made you think you could step to me
My history exceptional ask anybody next to me
Small circle
Hollow tip period
Point blank range
Peek a boo
Make your face disappear again
Top gunner
Fore runner
With back burners
Toyota boost thrusters
Drifting round corners
Tell the nigga on the porch call the coroner
Wreck