77 - Bishop Nehru

Yeah

Check, check

Uh, show guns on the run, take over and shit

Yeah, uh

My flow’s amazing, dig holes in gravings

Hold shit, hold their savings, get lost I’m paving

A line of success, through my mind and chest

My rhymes impressed, now niggas tryna hide they vest

But it’s fine, I don’t mind, niggas rhymes are swine

They lines behind, everyday is rise and grind

No constant shine, my essence is the wildest pond

Your sound define weakness, they crowding mine

I’m bound to shine so fall back, you niggas ain’t all that

Get sketchy and get messy, niggas dusting the wrong cat

I’m flowing past, any other MC alive, niggas hope to survive

I cut throats with these lines, no lie bruh, you niggas is tired

Tryna find your way, decide, yeah

Your rap lines expired

I blow by ya, rap actors tryna catch us

Bishop the master, my rhymes be hotter than magma

I kill ya whole team with a 16(x7)

When I’m spitting my shit, I cause big scenes

I was the type of nigga who write about lighting triggers

But then, I realized those lines were real lies

I killed time, still trying to get a little buzz

Cause I knew who I was, but in school nobody fucked with a nigga

I was lame, still lame and for fame

But in my brain I was thinking of dames

And all of the ways, that imma change the game leaving flames to my name

I’m praying, that next year I’m the one critics acclaim

While claims from fake MC’s that’s chasing me I sit in glee

'Cause nobody passing these 16's

Until we get seen on scenes or your TV screen

We gon be, keen and supreme while repeating routines

And chasing dreams, cause the best, what I’m planning to be

I’m damaging beats, selling seats, and leaving my feet

Above the planet, dropping lines as hard as granite

And damage the fans demanded now niggas can’t even manage

I planned this, muhfucker