[Produced by Knxwledge]

[Intro]
Yes, Strawberries

[Verse 1: AkSupreme]
Uh, And we back at it again
Still don't trust no friends, somone grab him a pen
He writing down what he missing
And the names of every clown who decided to sneak diss him
He pull out a wad letting the pockets taunt her
Got a mind full of missles just like a rocket launcher
This rap shit ain't new to me
They wonder if I wrote it because it flows so fluently
Scrilla what influence me
The type to get tight when he recieves small gratuity
But sales been through the roof
Got customers hanging from the ceiling like he's making a dungeon spoof
Collecting a lot of loot
Known to cut to the chase as if he's in hot pursuit
Kill rappers at the source and then down to the root
The flow is so atrocious he spitting tuberculosis
Average rhymes put him to sleep
The genre is hypnosis
Always choking and smoking on medicine
Tends to flow like a veteran
508 blowing up, but everybody who I'm better than
And I might forget to mention
Sick of sitting in detention
Me and the teachers on different pages
I'm never paying attention
ATTENTION
We crunch rappers rappers never cradle used to rap with The Monarch at the lunch table
Pencil shavings in my bed sheets from writing to these deadbeats
And also babies lying in the street, shit is tragic
Selling meds the only way you living lavish
And the only thing common about sense is no one has it
[Verse 2: James The Monarch]
Woah, back the truck up
Restock the load
Beat a couple boxes because I'm ready to go
And if its not The Monarch, guess who stands?
No one n***a, they're out of here like a couple lose strands
I ain't the type flop and develop a soft spot
For wanna be hotshots
Headibg for jackpots
But they're off by a half court shot
So start spicing up the curry
And you better hurry
N***a
Because The Monarch's at your heels like ACL jury
I'll be the judge of that
And if you can't rap push a fax
Ain't no runner up when The Monarch's
Because I track your every move like a shadow on your back
So I'm glad that Matt put me on the track
Because theres only one sound in worcester, the other's CLAT CLAT BOOM!
And it's doomed if it's me that your facing
Besides the other couple pairs of knuckles that your face in
(Oh I get it)
If you don't well then you better start bumping heavy metal
Because I settle for flying colors like rose pedals
And if you don't get the word play it again
And don't pause until you don't hear me say it again
And that goes for anyone slacking on the mans flow
We the lost pros that broke off the handles
And fuck trap
Them n***as can't rap
Because no one is selling the lyrics James got in the backpack
Bitch!
(Godamn)