Legend 22

Ran through my whole check without
A second glance
This good that I’m toking I float in the air
Proposing a toast blowing smoke out my nose
On my grave stone be a rose white as snow
I tinker with the craft
Ya I sink ya with the slack
Order up another hit
I’m thinking pretty fast
It’s good to be a boss
Ya it’s good to be the best
These haters talking this and that they get it off their chest
Bitch I get it out the thresh
Sappy sinners get depressed
Imma elevated patron need a diva in a dress
I address her as a test
She been plotting on my breast
Got a Knife up in my back crown of thorns on my head
Crack the corn like jimmy bitch I’m slim with the nonsense
I slide through your options like I don’t even want none
I pull up anywhere I want and Mac on a bitch
Swag so ridiculous I’m back on my shit
Dastardly active i actually spit
I wrote what I quote so I know that I’m dope
Much better than competitors editing let it go
Just to see my level you would need a ladder made of gold
And a couple fat otters throwing rocks at the throne
(Why they throwing rocks?)
Bitch I don’t really know
I’m the only mf outchea on the low
Going harder than whoever you thinking I sound like
Eat the sound bite
Knots always wound tight
Thought dicking mouth pipe
Opposite of sour tike
Locking on my tower mind
Shocking mockers down right
Trash
I pick apart a pansy and give her the petals back
I pick a dart and ship it off then pedal off the tracks
Catch wind like a bat
Where we going
Where we at
That booty wobble dee wobble
She bobble head on dockers
I pork a Polly in younkers and give her mama my ostrich
Bitch you know I’m always swagging ridiculous
My raps are meticulous
Pineapple Express to ya snicklefrits
Ho don’t ask me again
I got the rocks in my yard and my socks made of yarn
Hit ya broad on the side of the barn
Big dick make her scream woke the bats in the park
(That's far)
Bitch I’m a tack to your charge
Stick it deep in her socket let her pocket the bars