Time is countin down, the bomb is going tick tick.
My pistol to your head all you hear is click click.
Sound of my trigger as you fallin to the ground.
All the G's you thought were your real niggas just runnin round.
Shit's getting crazy, smell fear in the air.
All you wondering is who is my heir.
Your bitch gonna get the back hand.
Call me mother fucking Batman.
Cause my rhymes are so fly.
Mayne, I aint even started getting high.
Bitches callin me Kobe Bryant.
Nigga you betta hope they lying.
Their legs closed cause nigga you borin.
For me they legs be open, like Air Jordan.
Unofficial Sythe Radio DJ