My rhymes come easy,
like CMG on a Friday night, sleezy.

Sorry bro, i had to do it.
your wigs on the floor, i fucking split it.

My raps are still fresh, even when i don't talk like Scarvayne.
Running this shit, my domain.
Do what i want, free rein.
My love is like a drug, cocaine.
You know you love it, can't complain.

Fresher than every nigga that plays this game,
my names coming out of everyone's mouth, i'm loving the fame.

Get at me, I challenge everything,
with my 7 ping, you'll never win.
Shots fired, let the rap battle begin.