[Intro]
Yea
This is throwback Thursday
Freestyle number one

[Verse]
A lot of you rappers don’t stand a chance
When I spit flows, I clip foes
I go extreme and slit throats
Known as a beast with this pen so
If you get close, that’s R.I.P you been warned in advanced
Nobody be supportin' my plans
Don’t come around once you see me with awards in my hands
I stay in the booth spittin'
Laying some new writtens
No breaks I’m too driven
Ain’t safe when my mood switches
Aim and I shoot lyrics
Yea
My mom is tellin' me I need to pray and get holy
I been going through so much pain like Mick Foley
Strivin' for greatness and these days they get lonely
I’m spittin' bars and ya don’t care enough
I’m hittin' it out the park like Aaron Judge
You can’t compare the bums, to the great one
Nobody better and you can’t name one
Applyin' pressure, I’m gon' be on top when my day comes, n***a