N***as can’t match up my cadence

N***as can’t match up my a-list

I been eating since a baby

On the beat I feel like Jason

Got you in my inner scope

Marshal mathers wanna choke

Fuck you bitch no rubber tho

Getting features who want smoke

My rhymes are just outta pocket

I spend bands they outta pocket

Lock my bag up n***as watching

I can see you bitches thoting

I know these n***as be plotting
If you get too close I’m spotting

Have you n***as sit squatting

If he peeked I hit his nogging

You say that you blood you clotting

N***as lose money boycotting

That’s why n***as started jotting

And no way that we are stopping

We keep stacking untill we docking

On the grind don’t see me yawning

I keep coming back like spawning

Imma kick you out like spartan

Rest In Peace to Trayvon Martian

When he died was broken hearted
Was a trapper now I smarted

Cooking beats I feel like harden

Some day I’ll preformed at garden

Fuck the beat

Turn that shit off