RSVP

RSVP, friend or foe, let me know what it need be./ pretty please keep it real when you see me,/ or I'm snappin'/ no long talking, right at'em!/

the mission is bigger than me, and is bigger than you./ either you stay out of my way or I give it to you.1/ its the home of the brave,/ this close to rage,/ it ain't yo beef don't bring it your way.2/ and I don't really care what your crib or cars like,/ none of that gone help you in this bar fight!3/ tough guy, ran in the streets, you even shot guns,/ real rappers throw punchlines and you ain't got none.4/ Shut up! wack brother holier than though,/ fully automatic flow'll leave you holy when it blaow.5/ Bad chick but can't rhyme, shots you ain't sent over,/ miss me, nobody hears you if you ain't bent over.6/ Liars, shots fired I'm hitting whoever close by ya./ bullet to your image, exit wound through your ghost writer.7/ It's love for the lyricists, garbage I'm menacing./ Nice house, in a bad hood, its bars over everything.8
Every hood, every block, every section./ Northeast, southwest, every direction./ I ain’t the one you usually get the threats from./ But if you want some, tell’m come get some!/ Come get some, tell’m come get some!/ Come get some, tell’m come get some./ I hope you’re praying to your God for protection!/ And if you want some, tell’m come get some./

Agent for change, a soldier in invisible war times./ wack rhymes, officially considered a war crime. 1/ the line's in the sand, decide where you stand,/ stones ain't worth throwing if you're hiding your hand.2/ so here's my confession, I used to lack aggression./ my voice used to get real high, like I had a question?3/ feeling myself change overnight like an adolescent./ Send threats, you won't like the returns, bad investment.4/ question is, why battle y'all, who prolly shouldn't rap at all./ One verse is heavier than your whole catalog.5/ and I ain't mad at y'all, wouldn't even challenge y'all,/ kids raised on social media, and Adderall.6/ unfair to have me outrap these artists,/ i'd be, catching bodies like a trapeze artist.7/ I throw punches in bunches, y'all the type that never swing,/ max security mega, it's bars over everything.8/