Spit fire, like a dragon, I’m that lyrical savage,
Run up on the beat, you’ll be feelin’ my madness. Got bars for days, I’m the king of this passage,Droppin’ heavy lines, check the weight of my baggage.

I’m risin’ from the bottom, like I’m fishin’ for gold, Chicago’s my city, gotta represent bold.
Thug life on the grind, every story I’ve told,
With my flow so icy, these bitches can’t hold.

I’m lyrically gifted, womens can’t resist it,
Flexin’ with the pen, every verse is twisted.
Niggas scream my name, yeah, they know I’m the sickest,Ballin’ with the words, like a motherfuckin’ misfit.

I’m a beast in the booth, when I spit, it’s artillery,Drop a verse so hard, leave ‘em feelin’ that misery.Flexin’ on the haters, they askin’ for sympathy,But I’m laughin’ at these bitches, it’s pure comedy.

I’m the realest to do it, got...