I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel. I gotta talk about my life as I see it. Urine on the top with short like leprechauns as I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper dons. Getting that ass cooked fast like Ramadan. It's that rap phenomenon. Dondada, a popper, you gotta call me Francis. MH, white intake like totes, tote iron. What's told in shootouts, stay low and keep firing. Keep extra clips for extra issues. Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap, the most shady? Frankie, baby, ain't no telling where I may be. May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming with my man Capone Dumb and something. You should know my steel up. Went from 10 G's for flow to 30 G's in show to all G's with orcs I've never seen before. So, Jesus, get off the notorious. Mean us before I squeeze and bust. If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome and metal issue. I make it hot like a kettle get. You're delicate. You better get who sent ya. You're still pedal issue. I've got more rhymes, the great adventure. Biggie, how are you going to do it? Kicking the door, waving the 4-4. All you heard was popper, don't hit me no more. On your mark, get set. When I spark, you're wet. Look how dark it gets when you're marked for death. Should I start your breath or should I let you die? In fear, you start to cry. Ask why? Lyrically, I'm worship. Don't front the word sick. You cursed it, but rehearsed it. I drop unexpectedly like bird ***. You herbs get stuck quickly for all teas and show money. Don't forget the publishing. I punish them. I'm done with them. Son, I'm surprised you run with them. I think they got muslim in them, cause they nothing but ***. Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks. Man, I smoke *** out of rock diamonds that's thick. Got paid off my flow. Rhyme with my own clique. Take tricks to Cairo. Laying with your bitch. I know you praying you was rich, but it's me up when I see you. Kick in the door, wave in the 4-4. All you heard was papa, don't hit me no more. This goes out for those that choose to use disrespectful views on the king of NY. Why try? Throw bleach in your eye. Now you're brailing it. Snatch that life ***. I'm scaling it. Conscience of your nonsense. In 88, sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson. Took steel like Bronson. Vigilante. You wanna get on, son? You need to ask me. Ain't no other kings in this rap thing. They siblings, nothing but my children. One shot, they disappearing. It's ill-win. MC's used to be on credit. Took home, ready to die. Listen, studied? Now they on some other ***. Successful out the blue. They lightweight. Fragile. My 9 mili make the white shake. That's why my money never funny. And you still recouping. Stupid.