Flex that beast mode
Bout time I applied pressure
Man 2 man or zone, nobody does it better
Calling all challengers, silenced from the silencer
This road ain't paved, swap your wheels and get your mileage up
Who you mad at? ain't hard to tell
No shame I take that blame, but you take the L
Victory prevails, handle Hennessey well
Get that handle to your dome, jack your guap for my bail
Had warrants it was nothin', nothin' warranted this
Just a sucker mother f*cker who tried to diss
You crackin' jokes?(Crackin' jokes) you lil bitch? (You lil bitch)
This snitch caught a stitch which sealed his lips
Crank this shit to 11 hear a hater heart hold
Dare this dude to dash, bitch boy bout to bolt
Get guilty gettin gitty, ain't no sympathy with me
Cuz it really is a pity how witty my wit is really
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs
Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you f*ckahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs
Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you f*ckahs
Round two ground crew, they move around you
Can't hear you, hater, my zone is soundproof
You look up to me call that the crowd view
"I don't f*ck with his music" that don't sound true
Keep it 100 you don't even gotta lie, Craig
My joints bump so hard they give you bedhead
At work dude with f*ckin' banana bread (Hell Yeah)
I'm the boss of this shit, Simon did whatever I said
So-Low the veteran I'm better than the rest of them
Mc's who peaked in high school, get your letterman's
Greedy feed me tweety, but that pussy is the preference
King Killa body any beat that's the rhetoric
Check the resume, peep the rap sheet I spit
Kitted to the Fade, 3-2-1 takeoff shit
Still rock the jerseys to flash my pits
Cool it the movement keep the moon lit, bitch
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?
Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?
Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs
Homeboy wait, this dude need to catch his breath
Was it right to the dome? or was it the left?
Rain down from the thunder - lightning strikes
These weak little whores boasting Thors might
My roar it shook floors and it tore down the lights
Mouthguard for you jackers and you overbites
Braceface save grace, put that bitch up in his place
Get paid- Gatorade flow throw it in a safe
Spin the wheel get the deal- advance the half-a-mil
I'm the legend no bagger Vance, bruh I got a big will
Bruh I got a big skill- next deal next meal
Dog let me show you how these checks really feel
This goes out to anybody that's reading about me
You carbon copies looking dumb and sloppy
Nobody on this earth could even try to stop me
Even if you shot me, I'm survived by Disk-Jockeys
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs
Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs
Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs
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Flex that beast mode
Bout time I applied pressure
Man 2 man or zone, nobody does it better
Calling all challengers, silenced from the silencer
This road ain't paved, swap your wheels and get your mileage up
Who you mad at? ain't hard to tell
No shame I take that blame, but you take the L
Victory prevails, handle Hennessey well
Get that handle to your dome, jack your guap for my bail
Had warrants it was nothin', nothin' warranted this
Just a sucker mother f*cker who tried to diss
You crackin' jokes?(Crackin' jokes) you lil bitch? (You lil bitch)
This snitch caught a stitch which sealed his lips
Crank this shit to 11 hear a hater heart hold
Dare this dude to dash, bitch boy bout to bolt
Get guilty gettin gitty, ain't no sympathy with me
Cuz it really is a pity how witty my wit is really
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs
Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you f*ckahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs
Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you f*ckahs
Round two ground crew, they move around you
Can't hear you, hater, my zone is soundproof
You look up to me call that the crowd view
"I don't f*ck with his music" that don't sound true
Keep it 100 you don't even gotta lie, Craig
My joints bump so hard they give you bedhead
At work dude with f*ckin' banana bread (Hell Yeah)
I'm the boss of this shit, Simon did whatever I said
So-Low the veteran I'm better than the rest of them
Mc's who peaked in high school, get your letterman's
Greedy feed me tweety, but that pussy is the preference
King Killa body any beat that's the rhetoric
Check the resume, peep the rap sheet I spit
Kitted to the Fade, 3-2-1 takeoff shit
Still rock the jerseys to flash my pits
Cool it the movement keep the moon lit, bitch
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?
Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?
Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs
Homeboy wait, this dude need to catch his breath
Was it right to the dome? or was it the left?
Rain down from the thunder - lightning strikes
These weak little whores boasting Thors might
My roar it shook floors and it tore down the lights
Mouthguard for you jackers and you overbites
Braceface save grace, put that bitch up in his place
Get paid- Gatorade flow throw it in a safe
Spin the wheel get the deal- advance the half-a-mil
I'm the legend no bagger Vance, bruh I got a big will
Bruh I got a big skill- next deal next meal
Dog let me show you how these checks really feel
This goes out to anybody that's reading about me
You carbon copies looking dumb and sloppy
Nobody on this earth could even try to stop me
Even if you shot me, I'm survived by Disk-Jockeys
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs
Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs
Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs
Bout time I applied pressure
Man 2 man or zone, nobody does it better
Calling all challengers, silenced from the silencer
This road ain't paved, swap your wheels and get your mileage up
Who you mad at? ain't hard to tell
No shame I take that blame, but you take the L
Victory prevails, handle Hennessey well
Get that handle to your dome, jack your guap for my bail
Had warrants it was nothin', nothin' warranted this
Just a sucker mother f*cker who tried to diss
You crackin' jokes?(Crackin' jokes) you lil bitch? (You lil bitch)
This snitch caught a stitch which sealed his lips
Crank this shit to 11 hear a hater heart hold
Dare this dude to dash, bitch boy bout to bolt
Get guilty gettin gitty, ain't no sympathy with me
Cuz it really is a pity how witty my wit is really
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs
Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you f*ckahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs
Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you f*ckahs
Round two ground crew, they move around you
Can't hear you, hater, my zone is soundproof
You look up to me call that the crowd view
"I don't f*ck with his music" that don't sound true
Keep it 100 you don't even gotta lie, Craig
My joints bump so hard they give you bedhead
At work dude with f*ckin' banana bread (Hell Yeah)
I'm the boss of this shit, Simon did whatever I said
So-Low the veteran I'm better than the rest of them
Mc's who peaked in high school, get your letterman's
Greedy feed me tweety, but that pussy is the preference
King Killa body any beat that's the rhetoric
Check the resume, peep the rap sheet I spit
Kitted to the Fade, 3-2-1 takeoff shit
Still rock the jerseys to flash my pits
Cool it the movement keep the moon lit, bitch
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?
Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?
Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs
Homeboy wait, this dude need to catch his breath
Was it right to the dome? or was it the left?
Rain down from the thunder - lightning strikes
These weak little whores boasting Thors might
My roar it shook floors and it tore down the lights
Mouthguard for you jackers and you overbites
Braceface save grace, put that bitch up in his place
Get paid- Gatorade flow throw it in a safe
Spin the wheel get the deal- advance the half-a-mil
I'm the legend no bagger Vance, bruh I got a big will
Bruh I got a big skill- next deal next meal
Dog let me show you how these checks really feel
This goes out to anybody that's reading about me
You carbon copies looking dumb and sloppy
Nobody on this earth could even try to stop me
Even if you shot me, I'm survived by Disk-Jockeys
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs
Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs
Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah
Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah
Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs
Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs
Writer: Solomon Cruz
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