LYRIC FOR SALE

By Q-Heffna/2Deep

The lines that I got/are hotter than the lines I used to have in my snot!
Fish-scale fire verses/keep you herbs away/ and/outta my spot
You could fill churches with the bodies/ of the guys that I've dropped
Their careers are dead now/like they were popped by five cops
I got that fresh shit/theirs is stale/like dry crops
and I'ma keep spittin the flames/like I'm firing/ nine Glocks
You can't fxxx wit me/everyone knows/that I'm tops
and I'ma be in this position until the sun falls/and time stops
When I was locked up/I cooked burgers/ and fried tots
When they were locked down/the got banged up, burgled/and cried LOTS
My nigga Specialist is the only other guy/that rhymes hot
You fxxx with my fam/and you'll land/ face up/in a pine box
and if we have to hide you/then it's head and hands in a lime plot
sliced crotch/when they try to threaten/what I got
See, I see you shaking saying "Why?"/but why NOT
My high props/will never rot/try ME/and you'll die shocked!