I fuck wit ya brain and make ya words my offspring
Harmonic flow but I aint Drake, I don't sing
You sleepin on the game like a pre-teen, slumberin
Love me or hate me either way you still think of meh
Dat might be da nut left over on ya brain
I spit bars dat knock ya portrait out ya frame
What you call big bucks I call pocket change
You spit matchbox boy I spit lighter flame
I need box like I work for FedEx
I need gwap talkin bout dem big checks
Hot box da room until I sweat
Talk crazy if you want and all that you'll regret
You won't find a nigga iller than me and that's a bet
It's D.Sparks and I'm on my shit
Other niggas talkin bout how they passin bricks
macs and clips but really aint trappin shit
just get some swag cuz they focused on smashin a bitch
I'm like chill cuz ya'll niggas fucked up in the game
you perpetratin or hatin then nigga you be a lame
my essence is original there be nobody the same
real rap disrespect and catch that mace to ya brain
i call my whip hydro cuz da aqua pourin out
i'm not quite sure whats a drought cuz someone always movin out
if you ask me bout a purchase i'm like what you talkin bout
if you show me money then i'm like yea we can work it out
shawty ask me since I'm on could i poke her in her mouth
i mean let her poke it out then ima poke and stroke it out
if it's flow you want then you lookin at me
im lookin to see if she lookin at me
money and bud what i'm lookin to see
wearin dat glove cuz she give it to me
i'ma hit anyway so we can move past the riff raff
pussy overflowin i'm unloadin up in dat
ya niggas wit guns shot because they can't scrap
i rumble and i pop either way dat skull cracked
