Pen challenge
I’m the Russian president (fake ballots)
They - ballast
I don’t blaze a hammer, but i spray manors
No merch seller to push a tee
But I split malice more times
Than a fake rapper spray cannons
Every city stand up! Don’t f with a bro
Ruski flow sicker then them man signed 2 Interscope
You ain’t have no pen game
It’s a joke - run you out
Man say they fly
Clip the wings you ain’t fly without
No cushion to land
Get pushed where you stand
Your rep is cracked
Where da crack that you cook for your gang?
Be real - music is the place you’re releasing ur angst
In my country, it’s white or black -
Real is getting you hanged
For like all to see
There will be no autopsy. Don’t get lean
Or you might go jail for a decade, like “Wot you mean?”
I don’t see a challenge
I ma buss a door rolling in
You just troll a king
I don’t rap - I control this thing
Ain’t no challengers - Where [are] you?
Recognize - the only challenges is within you
Who else can u be, even if you switch like ten shoes?
Can I be the one to make you think, but buss your skeng too?