I am legend

Back With a vengence, minus the big pendants
So they think my head big - but i got the same co-defendants
Rap is like tennis, Why? I'll punch you back and forth
My ratchet's my racket - that'll back em off

Off with hater head, bury em still breathing
6 feet in his own borough for no reason
Now thats it freezing, I figure I'll put the coups up
Get two trucks, wit smokey grey and blue guts, a few bucks, will get you bucked, betta juice up
Or ride around wit the roof, up cause if not,
We'll snatch you right outta there - get outta of here

Marks on your outer layer
I'll lay ya down, plus im bout it player - I get where im going without a favor
Without poltics tricks a free pass, i need cash, in the seats fast
But me, I got to eat - I am a don - wipe my feet

I don't know what song it is, but i have always liked the beat,
So therefore - it's mine to eat, eat my lambo dust,
niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can trust, till its a slammer in them cuffs
I Am Legend
I make mixtape heaven - ya peasent, you dont wanna be the 187, ya done

I break bread in the slums, summer to winter I come
The switch siders wont work - I tell em get it from them
The nemisis of this
Your belated christmas gift, they hatin' dont get the Crys
Paper wont get you this
Fake niggas slit ya wrist, My balance is ridiculous
These old niggas frivolous you cant be serious
they all on they periods
might as well make em bleed all over they tight clothing
I pop shit got, got metal for chest

Just like Logan - Boom - lyric explosion
They can play the club all the time - nobody knows them
Me on the other hand, three seprate law suites are open
Ya smokin nigga, new york city aint jokin
My flow potent - im stronger than a pure block
Warlock, attitude like 'Im the one - your not'
1964 drop, 1982 boy, 2000 and 9 style you outta the blind now

The best what? over my gold casket fatherless child bastard
if there is a requirement test then, i passed it, with flying colors
My flying spur damn there all rim - no rubber, im in
take cover i been, were many wont go, you wont blow,
I toured the world, Im going back - also
Middle finger po po, the punks behind the patch watch ya back
dont eat cheese chunks im not a rat
keep pumps and nines back, or get linebacked
Flat line, line em up - we ballin and diamond up
Im all in and out a slut, nigga get ya dollas up
Ya proud of what? Nigga you pouted up