Blood On Chefs Apron Freestyle

Ayo, No matter how we come off, We come off hard

Chanel robes on with the vision of God

Rifles, The new Kevlars, Under the projects

Lead stars, Blow a hole in your leg and dodge

Vipers is the niggas you can't trust

Pawns'll run up, Horns on they foreheads what's up

Crack bag'n, No riches no bitches

See the power of the spoon we twist'n

Turn'n, Burn that coke up, We did a deal with Pyrex

The drug dealers want me to vote

Pay extra, Extra want an interview

Two million texts, Where the fuck's Cuban Linx II

Chill, Perriami, Rarely catch the kid outta character

This is why my flow is scary

It break jaws if you can't say it, The World is yours

Slice her the gravy, Your girl applauds

My dick goes to her, You be a man get your grands up

This is why my rap thing blew up

Realistically, Nobody realer then the kid be

Wrist glists like Mr. T, Sure I did

Rappers be aware I'm coming, It's like a snow storm bout to hit

Check it out the checks is coming, You the new I'm the old

Dress better, S. cheddar, Blow'n on some motherfucking Yukon Gold

I said it, Meant it, Spent it, Been there

Did it ten times, This is why my rhymes is vintage