track 02

word to the father
hail to the holy martyr
praisin me cuz im awesome
im often off of my ass
but i rap like my alma mater is
offa the charts
jus wait til im on the charts
happy to do my part on a track if the shit is hard
sic em , pick em apart
sittin pretty n thinkin bout bein a fuckin star 
my god
shout out to ason
rugged n raw
known to jump in a brawl
born in the fall
so i send chills down enemies drawers
missed calls in my cell phone
im normally gone
come to the wrong side
obviously u already lost
sendin flowers to ya mother in advance 
when i get to drummin
used to bangin up on pots n pans
where the fans at
hope to see sum hands
at the function
get that shit bussin
blam
tell the crowd bacdafucup
SLAM!
she said chino who the fuck u think u is
i said the man

n it dont stop
grindin for the rope to the top
smokin dope n i can hold me a lot
yea
n it dont stop
tell em i jus opened up shop
n im bout to be the thang on the block
yea
n it dont stop
grindin for the rope to the top
smokin dope n i can hold me a lot
yea
n it dont stop
tell em i jus opened up shop
n im bout to be the thang on the block

check one
check two
hope the microphone workin
blow like a short circuit
blowin up
thats for certain
they tryna conceal it
im pullin back at the curtain
turn this bitch to a rager 
i turn this shit to a circus
blow up like dynamite
fuse lit
dont hit the surface
made my way in this rap shit
no accident 
this the purpose 
i aint have to purchase no skills
mo fun , mo thrills
dont kill vibes
i kill n leave em on a dirt hill
my , rhymes hazardous
kill n revive , lazarus
im outrappin these bitches
never cared who the fastest is 
jus , check the status
hotboxin the palace
gimme another challenge
i scorch a mic like a dragon
im past the bullshit
ive had it 
in need of a cleaner palette 
no drama 
girl fuck ya cameras
my music like 20 mallets 
it hit hard
tell me my shit hard
u washed up
ya best bet is to sit n prepare for the pitfall
all bad
im winnin
i aint worried bout yall bag
u in ya feelings
im feelin like 
u aint wit all that
stop talkin tough on the internet
disrespect a kid in real time
if u crazy n feelin it
flow been turnt to the max
gas like its out the pack
no cappin 
jus tryna rap
my , energy flawless
it'll fuck the whole world
i could fuck my verse up 
n still fuck yo girl

ontherun!

perfect [prod. b. young]

🪳 2003 - infinity
koldheartchino@gmail.com

perfect [prod. b. young]

d.b. roach