Nerves

Throwing flashbang
 Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
 Resting my foot on your head
 I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan
 Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command
 While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents
 You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
 My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
 I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious
 Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
 Got my eyes wide shut
 Smoking my blunt
 You a roach like my cigarette butt
 Get put out, look at what you put out
 You a sound cloud cutout
 Calling your hood out
 Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out
 What am I good for
 Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke
 Nigga I could tho
 Nigga, I'll kick a doe
 If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke
 I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
 And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
 Not everybody is killing seven people
 So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
 Oh, you are lost, Nick!
 So, explain
 I was a hitchhiking hooker
 Right
 Right where we left off you actin' crisscross
 Scrubbing like dish wash
 Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul
 Use your head as a kick-off
 This ain't no kids job
 Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk
 I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
 Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet
 I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
 Beat your ass like a favor I owe you
 I know I control you 11 like ocean
 Got my niggas around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted
 Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal