808 Fiendz
World of Roman
When I spit, I got the fire of fifty dragons fighting for food
Deadly, steady wordplay, no games, the time for being rude
Is now, so I kill 'em, strike em down, they touch the ground
Give me the crown, I'm winning
These n***as stuck in the lost and never found
Deceased, wouldn't believe last week they tried to spit, weak
Who these n***as idols, Meek? Shit, you can hold the L
There's two in spell, s-p-e-l-l, and I got the cool J
Man, you'll never know what I'm tryna say
But can't go basic for the lamest
I can taste it, the leap from a bum to being famous
Eating crumbs to feasting fine-dine sheep with the stainless
Reaping wine, dumb that you weep against my deep wallets
From smelly to sexy scallops, showing a dark n***a got it
Blowing cash in the club, private rooms so fuck the pubs
I put the c in crazy, I put the C on your fitted, Cubs
Murder weak rappers and take their spouse, you never heard her
Sleek moves, when I tap her, them hairs raise fuck slow and steady
I was born ready, fuck some porn, your bitch can catch the Gjallarhorn
Because bro, it was her Destiny, she whiter than a ghost, expression blank
No vasectomy, there's no end to me, omnipotent
In grace you watch the gun I'm touting, it's that verbal ak, oral bar spray
Shook you with the bombs, Saddam, I ain't Hussein, I'm just insane
It's pain