KO
Got the magic, and it ain't trading cards.
This ain't no prison, come check behind these bars.
Kid spits, like toddlers who don't eat their veggies.
Squeeze the trigger till the mag is empty. Welcome to the digital age.
No love for your page.
Hit em with the flames.
Johnny Storm with no Fantastic Four,
Just me at the core.
Lyrcism dripping out the pores.
Bitch get it wet, wet.
I don't want your love,
I just want that neck, neck.
Ready? Get set.
Take my order on your head set.
Need a super sized bank roll.
Drive the whip like I just stole.
Watched Eve eat the apple like it's from dole. They can't take my soul,
That shits trademarked.
Devil tried go consume it,
And it made that bitch barf.
They judged me so harsh,
Tried to pick me apart.
Music came into my life and had me reform. Made my own weather like Storm.
Put an X on them men.
Scratched em out just for a flex.
Call me weapon X.
This my swamp. I'm Shrek.
This my ring,
Watch me Popup Powerbomb em like Kevin Owens.
Everyones owing and I'm here to collect.
Taking all your cash, bitch.
I don't accept checks.
