talking out my $$# through out this whole verse
i dont spit the truth this %#@! just all words
thats what haters tell me they is all birds

they be the first to catch a slug in the heart first

as i said realest engine in the game

around the block i bee the only dude to spit a flame
they say they miss old me (*##$ i never change
only thing to change is a my vision and my rapper name


i keep it real go by the real me
spencer s in the flesh this the real me

known to kick a verse on a trill beat
but im tryna kick a verse with meek milly


i pop the top up she lean the seat back
pull oout fifty grand she said she need that
pull the dick out she tremble in her knee caps

pull the condom out we dont need that

suppose to be a 16 but whatever

im trapped by these bars i go forver
this aint a jail cell this a brain cell
passin through my lower amygdala


you dont get it do ya
thats what i aim for when i shoot ya

red laser on ya forehead keep it steady
make it look like you practice karmasutra