Love SPARK

[Verse: SPARK] These bitches love SPARK, bruh I ain't finna argue Illest in my genre I swear y'all don't want none I hail from the Bluff City Where niggas lie, on God bruh Niggas out here will rob ya With no mask on like Sin Cara They claim they keep a choppa But we know better than that nigga See y'all all for the talking But quiet when it's time for action, figures Plastic ass niggas, you say you real That's bound to spark some laughter All I see is fake thugs like 1990's actors Don't give a fuck about your dough, boy Or how you moving them O's, dawg See, you claim you got that cane But we know that that's for show, dawg You rap about a fake life And your delivery is so off Yall flow slaw, make me doze off Just stick to what you know dawg I'm tired of niggas lyin' Why do y'all sign these niggas They brag about committing crimes Where do y'all find these niggas See I take my time to write some rhymes That'll have your mind dismembered But they say talent is nothing If you ain't out here grinding, nigga That's true a bit, but I'm truly sick See, the shit I spit will give flu to pigs You other niggas is fluke as shit I got fire punches, SHORYUKEN Y'all niggas crazy, it's actually quite astonishin' Gang bangin' hoes, initiation to hump 'em in Cuz y'all use bitches for breasts and thighs They side chick-in' That shit was weak, but when I speak It'll take some time to get it My rhymes different, my style switches Like a thick bitch in some heels with bad Achilles tendons I'm the real thing, and I fix the game Arnold Rothstein Black socks what I rock, I'm a young king Bet they see czars on march 15th, nigga No one is hearing you, get some better material You spit that polyester Fabricated your realness too Verses be artificial I'm hurtin' the competition My work ethic is to the max You niggas Darla Dimple Fool, it is not that simple I'm brutally honest when you Want truth in a song Turn on some SPARK and I will proudly bless you No joke boy, at this rap shit I'm a pro boy I'm hot and cold like burning snow, boy So if you want hell let me know, boy Simply put a record killer for you bitch niggas I know that no one's iller, for real bruh I bet they loving SPARKy Live fantasies like I'm LARPing I love my ladies and sisters I swear they fly as a harpy Yo girl is my valentine, she let me get behind You better catch up I hit, rewind Then she bring it back like I left sum'n, SPARK