Gods Gift

I elevated, his mind stuck in a square

Got his bitch guzzling and I'll break her back if he dare

Unsigned with hype spit God's gift with a prayer

He's stuck in the mud, I descended down from the air

I'm climbing up the ranks, my work ethic Holyfield

Gutting competition, momentum up, I'm in overkill

They under me so they falling off, head over heels

Spit venom drip, clear him out like a oil spill

No one can see me, my technique is immortal

Rapping out my ass, now pretty girls give me oral

I'm a rare breed, he mad because he normal