I might have a mouthful a BS (nope)  you'd absolutely understand if you were 
aware of my diet!

I can see right thru you, n as far as the rap game, you lame. I'm a guru.       You spit a few things on a track, but I LAPPED you, shit head.
Come n getcha doo-doo. N who knew? Besides me? 
That this studio shit would take off, like I be??????
I be me.
Catch me in the act n say, I'm
FLY-ing.
Axe the wifey, she'd be like,
Don't go, you stay inSIDE me. But it's, 
10 years later on some, KEEP THESE HATERS OFF ME type,
Triple-shot coffee, I'm,
Spinnin helicopter-like, I'm lightin up,
Till I'm feelin Sun-Tzu.
Now it's just, toothpaste, I'll brush until I break it down to
subgroups. 
So fuck you.
Whatchu gonna do?
Not a god damn.
Getcha cake first, I never hearda, 
Work 2nd, play 1st. 
only if it's hittin owna dubby, 30 bitches in my kitchen, it's nothing.
But the reason Why I Do This?
Cuz I'm the MF man Mix, I'm So Pryceliss…
My 2 kids bangin Precise shit, onna tablet, it's....nuuuuuhhhhnnnnnnn
Shout out SC.
Pointcher Glock, while I'm Rippin on my dab pen, LETTADUDE OOOOZE,
Out loud, I never pushed, poundS around, 
but if I'm winnin in the Heights, then I'll never lose,
DownTown, 3rd &, Houston, wasn't, into the music,
But IT's aBOUT NOW. I'm the dude you should, crowd around, you're,
Lucky I shower, I drink, 
Water out the bottle, ion't, trust a soul, n I got, no ROLE model.        yeah
Upload a track, holy touchdown.
My phone tell me I'm ballin, fuck a Rollie bust down, you,
Hangin on the block? Ion't come around.
Less I walk right past you.
N ion't hear a fuckin sound, Precise BEEN major.
But it seem like i'm losin opportunities only to win favors, I'm, 
Holdin this paper, like, police at my car door.
Tell a fearless MF he been warned? hmph
Bitch Ion't give a flyin.
I'm bout ta enter the draft, n my name is Zion,
I'm low-key, type gangster, Michigander, my bitch blow me when I'm shittin, 
You could ask her, I'm from a different era, so, Life?
I move past her, I'll kill you clowns, n ion't mean to abuse Laughter!!
I use it!
Pretty bitch, I spit, game to it. 
I recognize her pain fluent, 
Simple truth is a glimpse of you.
N I'ma bring the truest outcha. 
Life isn't the same withoutcha.
But we ain't fuck all the time, I'm.
Just tellin you what's, on my shorty's mind, I. 
Guess I'm wanted, it's a nice feelin.
Precise killem like a overly-spiteful villain. 
I'm kite-feelin, on the RIGHT vibe.
I'm Vic- pillin, on the mic, chillin...
Shit I'll prolly just turnat bitch inta fried chicken.
I'm side-sippin in my ride, dippin,
Fries in my Frosty, ion't own a home yet, n I know my,
MF kitchen gon be costly, I chain-smoke n live offa 7 dollar coffee.
I branch off a lot.
So I'll get back to cold murder. You got money on your mind,
But my mind goes further.
More like wide open. 
I wanna skydive, but,
Ion't wanna parachute, Ima try flyin. 
Bitch I ain't even lyin, you n me opposites.
You like to second-guess shit.
You n me opposites.
I find truth in hypothesis, put me on a rocket ship n,
I'll be like, Watch this shit!
See me one time n your, cru wanna copy shit. 
Cuz I mystify. 
I'm the pitch black house on the block w all them,
Christmas lights (nolights)
I'ma different guy.
I got bars too, I'll cutcher spotlight, n disregard you. Then I'll,
Hop in my shit w Boo. N roll a whole pc a OG, damnnat bitch, obese!
God DAMN I just vacuumed...
Coldest in the Skee n she be like, It's me too.
That's a win-win situation, can't lose.
I'm a walkin fact sheet, you can ask who?
You can ask them.
Future has beens, opposite a transcends. Ion't live past tense.
I ration my fashion, punk asses: See if you can find fiction in my actions.
Pointcher Glock, while I'm Rippin on my dab pen,
Bitch ass Trigga, what's happenin.
Pointcher Glock , while I'm Rippin on my dab pen, 
Bitch ass Trigga, what's happenin!
Pointcher Glock, while I'm Rippin on my dab pen, 
Bitch ass, bitch ass, Trigga what's, happenin, happenin!

Rippin

I've been in my own world for awhile now. My bio comes in music form. Press PLAY and i'll share life.

I work 6 days a wk as a welder. Not till I die so for now I just rhyme a couple lines up ta justify a bio. But yeah weld w my eyes closed. 

Rippin

PRECISE Flyknit