Lyrics

I’m the beast in the trench, no leash, no defense,
Bars hit like a hammer, split your dome like a wrench,
I’m movin’ through the streets, like I’m ghost in the Benz,
Cash rules everything, still collectin' my cents.

I’m slick with the heat, put your squad on retreat,
Got the block on freeze, but my flow stay elite,
I’m breakin’ down bricks, but ain’t servin’ the white,
Just servin’ up these verses that’ll lock up the mic.

No sleep, wide awake, I’m the nightmare you face,
Got the Glock in the rhyme, ain’t no safety in place,
I’m a villain in the cut, no mask, no trace,
Make 'em choke on the lines like they sippin’ on mace.

I’m cutthroat, razor-sharp, ain’t no safe zone,
From the booth to the streets, I’m the king on the throne,
Run the game like a mob, got the codes in my palm,
Make the track feel the weight like I’m droppin’ a bomb.