Tha Source Wall

Cookie Soul!
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh

I never had an issue with skills, I do my daily drills
Trigger finger itching to kill, I'm eating every meal
Watch you poof in a hot flash, all that was left of him was hot gas
On the watch, I let the rocks flash, hot mask
Turn you into trash, you clash, you clash
Falling with your intestines on the dash, it's sad
Putting Wilt Chamberlain numbers up, then double up
Like Pac, I'm troublesome, my Glocks'll humble 'em
Guns, I snuggle 'em, I smuggle 'em

MC's life expectancies get shortened when they mess with me
I got the recipe to make you rest in peace
Slam a rapper into the source wall, my war call
Some things make you laugh, make you cry at times

That's why I stay to myself, I need quiet time
They talking with a lot of diatribe (diatribe)
Don't battle me, it won't be good for your health
'Cause you'll just end up as a shell of yourself with a shell in yourself
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like my highlights

I put more rounds in a nigga than fight night
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Until it's time to put in work like Mike
That's not how it work, aight?
I shed light and shine bright like headlights

And all my kicks be dead stock
I leave the microphone red hot and enemies with red dots
(Red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots)