Torn ACL Lyrics

Know I excel

Dope I expel

Like a Torn ACL

I ain't finna play with these niggas

I'm like Game 6 Klay

So abrupt with the finish

Give you a Steph it's over

I'm AI y'all just AIs and I'm stepping right over

I Put hours in to get juice like this

Nigga this ain't Minute Maid

Bout to make a mil off the tracks

Look what 3 minutes maid

Timeout

I been on a spending craze

I need to slow it up

New pack and it's dank I need to roll it up

Hol up

Niggas bogus

Racking the glock

Yeah better blow it

If you tote it

Smacking the opps

Then we reload it

Here we go again

Ain't met her fam

And I never will

But we more than friends

All these niggas wanna clap and they might've

She play with cocks like it's a game

And she from South Carolina

Thots want me on they face like some new eyeliner

I'm the now big thing nigga fuck next

Pussy niggas can't be down with us

So they upset

Talking static online

But never on that tough shit

In person

Face to face

Not the book

But In the flesh

Energy different when a nigga arms reach of yo neck

Cynically rap sick clinically

I sound like a vet

Finicky niggas do gimmicky

Shit just to fit

Hear a beat day job shift wash it like a dish

When I spit DONT need a hook and I can still catch a fish

False claiming like they trap

Just so they can earn a plaq

But they ain't never had a sack

Even If they stats was Khalil Mack

HAh

No BB king you see these beams

Blue Ray

Yeah nigga get ya dvds

Hooray

Celebrating

Got the EBTs

The food great

Got extra size like exercise

So I gotta move weight

I'm death defying

And Petrifying

Make a nigga lose sleep

And check his balances

Question where his talent is

He Hear my verse and freeze up and catching beat paralysis

Unicorn or catalyst

Seem like it don't matter when

Rappers Billy Madison

Talking tough trap shit

Get caught and do rat shit

But nigga ain't no stretching the truth it ain't

Elastic

Karma come around they gon blow you like a gasket

Now we found peace

Whole crew chasing my racks

Like everybody eats

Niggas perping yeah they cap

Now everybody street

But when it's time for the smoke don't nobody want tree

Up at night I don't sleep

I done smoked four leafs

And I got PTSD

No need to diagnose me

I just overcome things

I'm so legit so take ya pick

Cause I'm LeBron in 03

No need to diagnose me

I just overcome things

I'm so legit so take ya pick

Cause I'm LeBron in 03

Know I excel

Dope I expel

Like a torn acl

Ain't finna play with these niggas

I'm like Game 6 Klay

So abrupt with the finish

Give you a Steph and it's over

I'm A.I. y'all just AIs and I'm stepping right over

I put hours in to get juice like this

Nigga this ain't Minute Maid/Made

Bout to make a mil off the track

Look what 3 minutes made

These niggas already know I been a great

It's Bis to the Ski to the Christ

And I'm so nice I got the atheist believing the hype

So what you like?

Christ