Verse 1:
Yeah, Going straight off the top, so I don't need a hook
I spit verses so hard, I leave n***as shook
I paid for everything I own, don't call me a crook
Ya girl was a babe, that's why she was took
Uh, Yeah, I'm a killa, Unlike Jay-Z
Critics tell me We the best that they see
Uh, None of this was ever written
I'm coming off the top spittin'
Them n***as know we winnin
Cut you up, as some meat, then I start Grillin'
I love me a type of chick, who will swallow children
Uh, man I'm just joking
The master has spoken
Ya bones can get broken
When ya go home, tell ya mom "The beasts Awoken"
Ha! I'm gone!
Young & Talented, like always