nope..... average ass mixtape rapper that had decent punchlines and nothing else
u bugging mike
YO, I'm jus' miraculous, accurate, that's the half of it
Masterd this, so I could laugh at it, show you jus how a savage get
{talkin} - Lets get this shyt started man, (uh), J.R. Writer I'm in the buildin'
YO, yo yo, From the baggage to baggages
Shook them baggages had 'em lit
To me passin them half a bricks
Out the back of the Acura whip (whoo)
{talkin} Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all
YO, that's how I had it locked
Through the bags on the baddest block
Newest Jag wen I pass the cops
Who's as bad as a savage ock (ock)
You nikkaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw
You'se a ball hog you ain't never pass the rock
I still dip and dab, stick my hand in bigger bags
Nick, a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta town)
I be badder than Krueger, speed rapid confuse ya
Keys back in from Cuba, Tea bags for the users
Relax you're a loser, ease back or get full of (what!?)
These caps out the tool a, Lean back ya' Medulla
V's matchin' my mula, sleeves actually cooler
Wrists look like I been playin freeze tag wit the Jeweler
So I'm extra good, runnin' through this reckless hood
I floss, slide off, never would these heffers could
Til' they seen me stunt harder then I ever should
Now woody ain't the only bird peckin wood