Flavor

This is murder in the third degree

I got my masters in rap like this is my third degree

Most rappers stay in the trap I want the finer things

Never content with being second I'm tryna find the lead

You need a breather no need for sleeping I need the booth

I need some water some reefer trees and I'm letting loose

You speak of choppas I'm really popping this hear the proof

I'm like a doctor so proper check my initials too

People really frauds actin hard for the wrong shit

Women actin wrong give it all for some long stick

Told them women wait along like a side chick

They look temporary need somebody I can ride wit