The Killing Blow III

(album: Play This At Your Party II - 2018)

You don't understand what I have given for this dream
Mom was crying bout the bills and slamming doors
Could hear her scream
Dad was nowhere to be found
Family ripping at the seams
And to think they really say I only do this for the green
Every song on this EP I created intoxicated
Man I drink to numb the pain that this psycho world has gave me
If we talking sacrifices best believe Jerome has made em
Lost my baby
Lost some friends man I'm just trying to not go crazy
I been working like an addict
Ain't slept in a couple days
This my passion when I rapping I feel like, I can't explain
Plus these people reaching out to me saying that they look up to me
So now I feel I need to be someone that these kids wanna be but
In reality, I'm just a fucking mess, Jesus Christ
3 PM and alcohol is on my breath
I'm just trynna do my best
All the time that I invest
Know it's gonna pay off in the end cus ain't no options left
Bitch I'm gonna be better than Drake, Jermaine, Cole, and Eminem
I'm the fucking Wass to ever do it that's definite
EP full of party songs but this song imma fucking vent
Jerome's the fucking animal you do not wanna fuck with him
All my fucking life I was told that I wasn't shit
I was garbage when I spit and when the mountain under this now
Payback's a bitch cus dammit
I'm doing the shit that they said that I couldn't
The shit that they said that I'm wouldn't I'm killing you rappers
The world is looking
These rappers are talentless, literally talentless
Somehow have zeros in all of their balances
Meanwhile I'm grabbing this fit and do my life shit
Never he be leaving them in astonishment
Still don't get the credit I deserve
It's getting on my nerves
Bitch I murder with these words
Blow your mind when I was in verse
Lyrical killer, nobody iller
Heard all your music it sound like a filler
Jerome finna bring it real back like it's Thriller
Back from the dead and I'm doing it bigger
Bigger than any artist on the come up that you fucking know
These other rappers old as fuck and still can barely even flow
How the fuck you 27 and still think you bout to blow
Bitch, I'm 20 and exceeding every expectation
Yo that ain't a diss
I'm just saying that you need to learn your place
You can't touch what I create
That's why you try and replicate
I was told by everybody I ain't had the shit it takes
Fuck em' all
At 11 I still knew that I was great
I was born to be a legend plain and simple that's just facts
Feeling like the God of rap, don't agree you make me laugh
Gimme some time
I am divine with the rhymes
Stay with the bars like a crime
Blowing your mind, come on I'm blowing your mind
Honestly not even trying
This shit second nature to me
These rappers can barely just stay on the beat
I do a show you can stay on your feet
I like to rage, I like to geek
Completing a trilogy
No one as real as me
I am the guy in your girlfriend's auxiliary ay
Yeah rappers get smoked like it's Hickory
Fuck all the fame and I'm here to make history ay
So much is in my artillery
Look at yo bitch and the floor getting slippery
Ay stay in the cut like some stitchery
Time that I put all these clowns out they mistery ay

The Killing Blow part 3
I had to do it to em
Play this at your party
Bitch my engine revving loud as fuck like Harley's
Rappers swear they driven but forgot they car keys
I'm angry I ain't make it
I ain't here to start peace
Imma grind it till I'm dead, till I don't have a heartbeat
The mark I'm finna leave is permanent like Sharpies
Yeah the EP over, I'll be back for part 3 Jerome