Your music cool, but im better

[Chorus: TR3]
Run outta cash I could never
Your music but I'm better
I ain't the type to just settle
All of my life had my foot on the pedal
Bitch I've been smoking like tea in a kettle
Say you a demon what's that to a devil
You ain’t on my level so nigga be careful
I ain't gonna wrestle
That trigger be twitching you think you was special

[Verse 1: LXXIV]
When I reach for my hip ain't no pager, no taser this something real long with a laser you gone
I turn a pussy ass hater to something that we can go smoke with a lighter and bong
I blow the fumes of thе dead in the face of thе fed they gon murder with clips and guns
You come around town with fake intent
I get my boys to [?]

[Verse 2: Kashimotu]
Incomplete

[Verse 3: TR3 & LXXIV]
Bitch we don't play about it
Watch some bullets all rain on his head no way around it
Bullets ripping through his tissue
Red dot on his head gonna turn a nigga Hindu
[?] shadow clone jutsu
Turn around nigga [?] y'all like I hate you
Have a nigga curled up like [cantu?]
We gon' walk into your home like [ambu?]

Be a broke ass boy what I can't do
Put a hole in your head like Shamu
When the chop' in my hand, ain't afraid to use it
Commit crimes with a strap [?]
[?] to be a student
The one rhyme I could spit to get you ruined
All gon' come if you ain't with the movement
Fuck around get the screw all the way loosened

[Verse 4: Kashimotu & TR3]
Incomplete

[Verse 5: LXXIV & Kashimotu]
Incomplete

[Chorus: TR3]