I got to get this verse out of my head...flawless
Track & Field Runnin' Packs and Steel
Subtractin' real numbers
I took a lost and just had to build from it
Y'all broke the code
Threw dirt on game when y'all spoke to hoes
That was reckless
That's expected
VS cuts on my wrist big enough to catch infections
This Heckler on me protect the Homies
Boldy and Westside
Treated my 40 like my only connect
Who said it was simple?
Them prisons strengthened my mental
I broke the lead on the paper from writin' letters in pencil
This a process
I'm fresh I just moved out the projects
Million dollar deals and still like I ain't hot yet
Biggie Smalls in a Coogie
Al Green in a Moc neck
*Point where I exhale from this lyrical and flow slaughter*
Russle Simmons my mind set
I'm old Hov with a Pyrex
What's the money worth? When my mother hurt?
Brother laying under dirt
We can forgive you
But you get punished first
Dope on a paper plate thinkin' why let the paper wait
I ran around the world for it just like the Amazing Race
The money count singin' to me sound like Amazing Grace
Cook a brick of BIG at a time I was 8 for 8
THE BUTCHER nikka
.........This is his 30th plus flawless verse, flawless flow, just completely flawless.