Listen to my raps, 🔷

Each month a different verse, bible from the bibelot

Big on Lot, foe fleeing, just 🔥 his city and esteem

Two like Back to Back,

Victories got me feeling charged up

Knowledge is power

But raps a supernova power-pack

So excuse me if I’m packing

Packing a 👊 like my arch nemesis’s president (presently)

Wanna know?

Dream chasing in New York’s your reality but the city never sleeps

Wanna know?

The meek won’t inherit the earth, only be a meal for the eaters

Meek a mill forever but I’ll never be your Don Quixote

Back to Back televised now your loss immortalized

Mortal man, you and the poetic poser can die on some TUPAC shit (shit!)

Back to the run down mill,

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Dreams Worth More Than Money so dream on while I stack these dollars up but even in your dreams

Victory is elusive and when you wake, it already cost you that Lilliput cash you giant with

Now your street cred blown out the park

Blow me and I might think bout blowing some cheques on your girl

She Young Money but you got none, young but not getting it (like the paper tiger)

Guess you and he got something in common

Pulled up on the latter in New York, 6PM and left him a pre-marinated

Ate a rapper raw, cooked his entire discography with a pull up

I ain’t even throw yet and its a guaranteed wrap , call me Curry on some Klay shit

Thompson got me in Las Vegas but my foe a no show

Guess Meek's on that Fear and Loathing shit

Afraid on the next 👊 and self-loathing for throwing the first

Truly, Meek’s the carp that leapt over the Dragon Gate

Leapt over that bitch but it means shit to me

Leapt over that gate but what's that to me?

What’s a 🐉 to a god?