HIGHER RANK

Still a underground dealer if we talk about them prods

Got them props from the realest ones

With no killer guns

I be shooting stars looting bucks drip’s like muddy blots

My shit spreads the groove around make them feel it till it drops

Bitch

Every day it’s evrthang on my slang

I want the paper want the bank

Labbing for a higher rank

Beat is banging like a tank

My shit floats your shit sank

I’m insane know I’m saying

Polar like I’m ying yang

Motherfuckers trynna get money rapping

All I’m trynna do is feed my clan friends and family

Not a terrorist though shits hits like bombs has been planted

Y’all been landed

Too far to make you understand it

Cold wind blows your shit out like a candle

Randomly rampaging throwing mad tantrum

Shadow style

Hovering above them like a phantom

I got blessed

Let new powers be granted