Twinz Couch Potato (Ft. Cash)

[Verse 1: Couch Potato]
Get ready for the force when I bring it back
To real spittas that deal facts, that's real rap
Stand back if you too yellow belly too get on my level
Too mellow in the cut, pulling strings like Geppetto
Seen fellows rapping about all their style and potential
But they wack, edible and lack credible credentials
Got props in the ghetto where my chemistry is spreading
They're too elementary to knock out of my element
Competition is nonexistent to me, see
Murder tracks every time, every line is a crime scene
Different lyrical bullets identical in bringing influence
Killing a tune, bringing life to it
Like a miracle of syllables
I'm giving you a minute to
Hear an original before hitting the pinnacle
Now I gotta buzz and I'm catching hella traffic
Yellow badges out tryna red light my green stacking
Yellow taped the verse, sent a hearse full of body bags
Kicking like karate class, or a shotti blast
Every syllable on a mission to kill and get my loot
With clips, that make them niggas skip to the motherfucking loo
Black masks, black bats hit them with the rhythm
Popping caps in a cats ass for capital backlash
Can't hold us back, you can hold these
Only look in my direction when you catch a nosebleed
My drive is hard, titanium truck
Hard as putting out a forest fire with a wet sponge
And I'm running with a hungry army
We got all these other artist praying we gon stumble
But we gon come out on top regardless
Ammunition kicking what the crack heads sniffing
Sick spitting with an addiction to musical tradition