6 Foot 7 Foot (Freestyle)

Lyrics

Okay my work out devastating, it petrify haters I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness You ain't shit my set repping when it's war on I have two niggas pushup and show you four arms What you boys on, I pull up in the latest car Ya'll niggas ain't doing squat, that's why you never raised the bar My ring work like Mayweather with a steady jab And my chain swing like Pacquiao on a heavy bag My jeweler my cut man, your girlfriend my stuntman She jump off on camera, legs spread like the jumpman I'm on the run, damn, you don't see how hard I go Jumping in and out of ropes, you don't see my cardio Audio killer, I play the assassin role Ya'll niggas Degrassi, I'm more like the grassy knoll You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio Your girl a pistachio, I don't give a fuck bout her Only see what's cracking with her just to get that nut out her Gun powder, bullet shells Leather gloves, knuckles out Zero in and take that shot, shooting's what the fuck I'm bout Luck is out, it's all skill No bluffing out that war pill Sucker's out, leave substance gushing out his skull still Heart filled with rage and terror, body every punch line Put me in a cage with lions, I'm gon' think it's lunch time Front line soldier shit Knee cap, shoulder hits Marksman with the flow, chip your tooth if it's over bit It's over with, elite flow Boom bam finito Got rap in a bag, Cool Ranch Doritos Your favorite rapper cool, but I'm 30 more below I show a little muscle like a Jersey Shore guido I hurt your little ego, fuck around and get rocked to sleep Rappers can't get at me, it feel like I locked my tweets I got you beat, just accept it This like a DM, cause I ain't got to mention you But you still get the message My shit perfected Get your weapon if you scared nigga You a trick, I'm on my trick and Trina You don't know nann nigga Yeah nigga, I'm talking to you nigga Look you in your eye, ya heart will fall in your shoe nigga You niggas try Los, never a smart choice I promise you boo-boo, Kevin Hart voice Aw boy, I done went to rock 'em sock 'em mode Knock 'em out his shoes and socks I'm on his heels like Doctor Scholl's Lock and I load, cock and I pop, pop, pop Putting shots in his top of the fo' Lock in his block and I'm clocking his dough Like I'm dropping the rocks in the pot on the stove Dropping the top and I'm clocking his ho Put my foot in his ass 'til his pockets is low Then I'm L-n him out 'til his oxygen low Bitch niggas step up a notch in your flow Cause you not on my level stop jocking me ho Stop watching me, prophecy probably says Them niggas that's top on me probably did But you can get properly shot in the head Bloaw, now admit you never heard no shit this sick before A&R's bring your pistols, we gon' have a bidding war I mean fuck else I gotta say Best rapper alive, everybody else died today