(Six Foot Seven) Freestyle

Okay my work out devastating it petrify haters
I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness
You ain't shit my set reppin when it's war on
I have two niggas pushup and show you four arms
Wh-wh-what you boys on I pull up in the latest car
Ya'll niggas ain't doin squat that's why u never raised a bar
My ring work like mayweather with a steady jab
And my chain swing like pacquiao on a heavy bag
My jeweller my cut man your girlfriend my stuntman
She jump off on camera legs spread like the jump man
I'm on the run damn you don't see how hard I go
Jumpin in and out of ropes you don't see my cardio
Audio killer I play the assassin role
Ya'll niggas degrassi I'm more like degrassi no,
You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes
Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio
Your girl a pistachio I don't give a fuck bout her
Only see what's crackin with her jus to get that nut out her
Gun powder bullet shells leather gloves knuckles out
Zero in and take that shot shootins what the fuck I'm bout
Luck is out it's all skill no bluffin out that war pill
Suckers out leave substance gushin out his skull styll
Heart filled with rage and terror body every punchline
Put me in a cage with lions I'm gon think it's lunch time
Front line soldier shit knee cap shoulder hits
Marksman with the flow chip your tooth if it's over bit
It's over with elite flow boom bam finito
Got rap in the bag cool ranch doritos
Your favourite rapper cool but I'm 30 more below
I show a lil muscle like a jersey shore guido
I hurt your lil ego fuck around and get rocked to sleep
Rappers can't get at me it feel like I locked my tweets
I got you bitches accepted just like a dm
Cause I ain't got to mention you but you still get the message
My shit perfected get your weapon if you scared nigga
You a trick I'm on my strick and trina you don't know nair nigga
Yea nigga I'm talkin to you nigga
Look you in your eye ya heart a fall in your shoe nigga
Y-y-you niggas try los never a smart choice
I promise you boo-boo kevin hart voice
Aw boy I dun went to rock em sock em mode
Knock em out shoes and socks I'm on his heels like doctor scholls
Lock and I load cock and I pop pop pop till the shots in the top of his fo
Lockin his block and I'm clockin his dough like I'm droppin the rocks in the pot on the stove
Dr-dr-dropin the top and I'm clockin his hoe
Put my foot in his ass till his pockets is low
Then I'm l'n em out till his oxygen low
Bitch niggas step up a notch in your flow
Cause you not on my level stop jockin me hoe
Stop watchin me prophecy probably says
Them niggas that's top on me probably did
But you can get properly shot in the head
(Blaaaoooow) now what makes you never heard no shit this sick before
A n r's bring your pistols we gon have a bidding war
I mean fuck else I gotta say best rapper alive every body else died today