B.G.
Kindling
Wait hold on a minute let me catch my breath
Sharp knives and scythes to cut through like Death

Bars Trench level Depth, don’t be upset
Fuck an album I’m going straight to box set

Head held heavy, got more hits than Fetty
Best writer, McFarlane can clutch his teddy

Rock the whole boat, but the flow is steady
Guess it’s my period, cause my flow’s heavy

Rappers wanna talk while they inject?
Looks like the game’s Od’d so it’s time to resurrect

I’m the messiah, I won’t deny ya
I slay the knight boy, I spit dragon fire

Bars burning Hot wheels you need to retire
Bars burning hot streaks you'll probably perspire

Cause I shine on my own, it’s my lan-turn
Breaking through patterns with clever banter-burn

*Chorus*

*Chorus End*


Pronounced like anemone, Torching my enemies
I bring elements unheard of, no BS, boy, antimony

Oh wait that’s SB. Rejecting you like UC’s
Squirt money out my face like my nostrils are easy cheese

Raps like milk, Nice quick. I’ll trump you, politics
Make your verses sound like child’s play, so you’re first off the titanic

Now I’m back, I brb’d, Dishing dirt like TMZ
People try and touch my crown, just Mccartney and let it be


Abusing rap I feel the beat, Bars toned like Obliques
Heritage is indian, but my verses have tons of meat

They think they poster child, but who they supposed to be?
Tracks catching on in Cali like my mixtapes are gluten free

Blowing through the midwest big time tornado
Looks like you’re in for a treaty, and I don’t mean NATO

Getting fleas, cause my rhymes leave you scratching your head
Sit down son, now roll over, Play Dead

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