NO NAME

So, Thomas, you ain't gonna give me my props, huh?
Hear me and hear me good, yeah, they call you the Hitman, well, I got a call from Sugh, he calls you the get hit, man
Well, maybe you'll acknowledge my skills when I kick your ass

Don't confuse fast food with meals cooked off the home stove
A roast wrote, nothing but dope quotes in the goat notes, it's Lux
And these are all my children, wash you with old soap
Grown folk, cut it out, I'm sharp still, the slowpoke
Whole flow, you was on the road for a showboat
Ball game, and I touch down, they move the goal post
They make the, set the camera up, the GoPro
Don't know if you people are deaf, but he is so-so
Cry baby, wipe your mascara
All of the brats get addressed in they soft girl eras, War
Terror when I'm on it, they telling me you blogging
But I heard Jamaican bread, no festival, what they called it?

What you winning, Teddy bear?
Cotton candy, I park you for my amusement, this really was never a fair
Ride out, when I clear, bet it, I'm too poetic, better
At least have something for me, I'm a whole legend ARP
On your behalf, why he in my phone records talking like he got the other half?
Y'all could both catch it
Low effort, like: He get a bag
You get bodied
Y'all could split it
All the rooms blue, with a soul separate smoke section
Ease

These niggas talking in no position, told the coalition
Solo mission, I'm going fishing, what's the total missing?
Here is where you off, Homer Simpson
You ain't the only one had a boss, bitch, so did Benson
What's the business?
Kool G rap, wrote the richest, time to close the distance
We sending shots, prohibition
You snap a lot, square, Polaroid- hold that image, yeah
Picture you in a box, he think he photogenic, know your limits
Hollywood, we ain't joking around, get broken smiles
Stay in your lane, that's an open file
Golden child, scared of that growing crowd, turn Rolling Loud
Stage full of hooligans, Smack yelling, Hold it down

Probably in a limo, y'all didn't get the memo
Said I was looking for you, but not how I got the demo
Vern jumped on that plane, you was not there at the intro
This that stock room work versus the model in the window, you's a bimbo
Put what Timbs on and get it jumping?
You forgot? We saw you in Chad's? What you dunking, niggas fronting

We ain't them, and he ain't him, not at all, but your new shit tough, it's
Cotton swabs, drop the ball
You talking about stealing
Niggas' rhymes, you said healthy, vegetables
That's Nitty line, you're not the witty mind you think you are
I shrink you y'all, tall claims about the kingdoms y'all's, when the ring is
All's, being fake is fatal
Stay be faithful to lanes stable, then it's Cain and Abel
Mercury sable, or keep that basin naval, watch your tone cause a Hitman
Played on the table
Like my man is saying, he got a line on some basic cable, I can't wait to slay
You, running that stat script, we active
Victory for you is a past tense, you been ass since, bragging
Clearly couldn't tell you who your last win
Do Hitmen start thinking they they assassins?

Yo, calm the fuck down, why you even playing with this little boy like
That?
Pause
You notice niggas' a chili jump dip sucker sauce, man
Leave this nigga alone, would you?
Nah, Murda-

It's when the white sheets ain't the papers in a press folder
I gave a little exposure like a Vegas deck holder
That was a love tap, but you started with the best closer
Now I got the ai step over, Mook leftovers, listen in the [guard?] rap
And the Hitman ain't been delivering on his contracts
Stat about, take a Tylenol, Holla you fool, he proved that y'all ain't got a hot
Delivery
The Lux is just carry out
Are you mentioning all the money that's rolling in
Tell them what they do to you kids at Nickelodeon
You be breaking like the first day of spring
I guess now we know why the Nicholas Cage bird sings
And as the ship sails, like Kehlani making folding chairs, holy hairs
They giving polar bears -the solar flares, oh, we here
Drop the movie with the musical
Next watch party we gonna throw is of your funeral, nigga