No Mercy

Feeling warm in this tight room I think I'm born just to write tunes I'll leave you torn with a knife wound If you're a storm I'm a typhoon Might flow iller than a diabetic type two Taking psychedelics just to get into the right mood They can never tell it as intelligent as I do Once I'm in my element it's evident you might lose I'm gaining paper off the rhymes that I bust Cuz all these ladies say they love the way that I rhyme in a rush I'll spray a hater with some cyanide and fry him to slush Or I can bake him like a pie using a nine that I clutch But I'm, sick of rhyming out of rage This might be the time where I decide to rhyme for days Feeling like my minds tryna climb up out of a cage So I'm sippin on this wine that's got the right amount of age With my head a little heavy Better bring your fetti Got so many weapons that I'm peddling machetes Bitch I've never been this ready, a veteran already Get up on my level, I'm ahead of everybody I don't mean to play vicious but I'm itching for the pump Leave your face missing have you sitting in a slump Feel the base hitting like a victim in a trunk Watch the way the kid'll turn a swisher to a blunt Homie listen to this bump went from feeling like I'm living in the slums Now it's different cuz I'm tripping to the trumps Tipping all these ones For these bitches that be stripping for the funds Get em dripping when this liquor hits their tongue Filling up they lungs with the herbal I be twisting Already feeling lifted off the purple I be sipping Catch me hitting switches doing circles in the distance They ask me how I made it out the ”No” with no assistance Its cuz I got a brain that can generate a mlli People call it strange but id rather say its silly Pimping in my veins till the day they come and kill me But I’ve always been the type to make a hater fucking feel me So I never really tripped on things that ain't cash Spit bomb hit songs 808 smash Live long rip bongs made of straight hash Spit the kind of game to make your database crash We can face to face clash leave you laid and straight slashed With a razor blade gash, to the face so brace fast Cuz I came with eight gats, aimed and may blast Play grenade catch, till your ass is made ash You probably couldn’t fathom all this Adderall I’ve popped I’m only using cannabis to catapult my thoughts See I don't need to battle dog my catalogue is hot See I fuck around I’ll let the hammer go to rattle of the top Got the baddest looking bop, she can back it up and drop Riding on it awhile she bouncing like a saddles on my cock Loving how my anaconda is standing like a rock Push up on that ass I wanna smash and never stop Passion for this guap, try an catch up to my spot Tie your hands up in a knot Fire at you land a shot Fuck it I don’t need to plan a plot Slam you with a random pan or pot Your feeling me you’re here to see me rhyme But I’m hearing that your fearing how I’m lyrically inclined I can make you redefine What it really means to grind If you can't just understand him you should read between the lines Now I don’t need to boast about the records that I’m wrecking Or how I keep a toast for protecting my possessions If you ask about my coast then the west is my direction So when I spit a flow you should bet I’m representing Ill second-guess and question everything you say or mention Get you heated raise the tension, have you bleed and make confessions Beat you in the face and blame depression Till you can’t even seem to make a recollection I'll grey your whole complexion Then display my own aggression As i'll break your bones in sections Then i'll take a loaded Wesson Let it spray along your face in all directions Cuz you’re just hating that I make my own profession Felling warm in this tight room I think I’m born just to write tunes I'll leave you tore with a knife wound If you’re a storm I’m a typhoon