[Intro]
Real writer
Real writer
Real writer
We're the real writers

[Verse 1]
Real writer, real MC
More time cuz, got plenty
Drive Renault right now, soon Bentley
Got P for a QB if it's hefty
Cops in the rear view, don't sweat, g
Hit that weed in the vape then I jet g
Disappear when I kick-off like Jet Li
Develop P just zonin', raggo composin' ammo
Grand like pianos
Infinite with the death in the text, never shallow
My image is a shadow, reflecting my talent
Shadow must mean that light is apparent
In my mind is a palace
Entwined with the smoke from the chalice
Don't choke, get embarrassed 'cause I hit that savage
Still inflict lung damage
Run rabbit run yeah there's enough gutter trappers

[Hook] (x2)
All I'm baggin' up's music
Bruv don't confuse it
I been on this thing since day
Still forever reppin' with some new shit
[Verse 2]
Rackin' up Rackin' up
See my tracks here? They be stackin' up stackin' up
Never static, I be the baddest
All over the atlas my rappin' be smackin' the planet up
I pull other wolves in my lap, right, no hangin' up
Man i got bangers like Ante Up
I kidnap the amateurs, hit em with punchlines-the hammerins
Made in black magic is tragic for challengers
I be a anarchist anchored in harrowing passages
Tryna get through past the barriers
Jettin' at harriers
Mandem are angry I've never been happier
Smackin' a track to piss
We take the game like a cancerous ravenous
Who said the blame ain't on you it's your habitat
You got the choice to just act how you wanna act
Poisonous actions assassinate character

[Hook] (x2)
All I'm baggin' up's music
Bruv don't confuse it
I been on this thing since day
Still forever reppin' with some new shit