ItsUnknownMF - Summer Sixteen (Freestyle) lyrics

It’s Unknown motherfucka
Friday the sixteens, murder number eight

I never been the one to spit the kindest raps
Sitting back, thinking of violent attacks
Wishing that none of you rap
I suggest you pass the mic
Unless you wanna visit the after
Life, cough it up, i ain’t asking twice
This game is filled with bench players
Cheered like their starters
Your career will be short lived
Because you clearly are garbage
You hate the skill that I bring
Aim to kill when rhyming
I let my sixteens ring like
I play for the Lakers my shit is dangerous
You don’t want me going insane
Different level with the pen game
I am not the one to taunt, once I flip
I’m catching some assaults
Let’s be real, I’m a rappers achilles heel
My rhymes are just too great
When me and the track meet
There’s casualties
It’s not wise to start a rap beef
When yo life is at stake
Greatness is calling my name
Tell your top five that is my turn
Better stop tryin to get in my way
Shit is not safe
I’m coming for what I deserve
The moment that you think you running shit
Is when I Boston bomb you
The game is afraid of my rhyming
Feening for them to let me
In like Bray Wyatt, bitch

Peace out, motherfucka