Like a Pro

I’m rollin’ joints like an orthopedic

Get killed or sit still like a quadriplegic

I mack dames, I don’t care if their man with ‘em

I get it poppin’, I’m vain like an aneurism

My shit good, never hear me with a bad verse

I drop bombs and draw blood like lab work

I spit sick when I kick or I ink a verse

Rick Grimes, got lines like a wrinkled shirt

My bars are flame

You’re a fruit - orange

I smack haters and stack paper like Mark Twain

Boy, I got game