Guillotine

Uh, yeah

Music park

Let's get it

Yo

Stop playin', y'all know I murder these bars

Lyin' when you stand 'round here, purgery charge

They sleepin' on me, king, don't really care what it's called

When he woke up with the ring to see a courtesy call

Don't know who got a condom, but this certainly raw

And I ain't got a problem, but I'm certainly yours

See, I ain't perfect, but I am perfectly flawed

And, boy, do I deliver, this some maternity boy

Who next, baby? Either pick the ball or the soil

When your chick international, I just call her abroad

I rap in all capitals, more than half of these rappers do

If you a half-rapper, then you the rapper I'm rappin' to

Wrappin' you like package, if you ain't packin' they packin' you

It just so happens you'll be the rapper in habit too

Son, I'm still park hill labral

Whoever stole my pack of nine-one, I'm still mad at you

Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?

Then blow a chem cloud like you speaking to the sky

Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye

Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly

From the top, my dogs put your dogs underground

Catch a round or catch a straight dog from the pound

If this is game of thrones, I ain't far from the crown

And if this it, a lot of y'all ain't far from a clown

I fall off, it's nothing, I ain't far from the ground

Rappers offer sixteens and that ain't far from the browns

Then lay your game, your whole squad out of bounds

I'm too dirty to be washed up, but y'all watered down

I don't floss much, no, but I can CEO

So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost

Cut A1 with the sauce up in beef

Ever since I gave the pork up, let's eat

Put the medal to your teeth

Y'all done forked up, nice, another one to chalk up

New York up, Christ, no, y'all don't want to cross us

Be cautious because this is torture, extortion

Your inscorture, but rappers tryna tell me if it taught ya

Heh, meth get ugly, but he gorgeous

And he get to this money, daddy warbucks

Tell your smut date over, pull the drugs up

Cigar gut, it's up all in the club, putting squad up

Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?

Then blow a chem cloud like you speaking to the sky

Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye

Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly (fly)