Labor Lil Tracy (Ft. Ckris Mute)

[Intro: Ckris Mute]
Here's [?]
Gas [?] killer right there
Gas club

[Verse 1: Ckris Mute]
I'm doing the most labor like I been on the plantations
They don't want a bodybag, yo, but I [?] to temptations
Dominate this rap league
See, I'm [?] 'bout 10 [?]
My future about to pinnacle
I stay up contemplating
But I see Satan lurkin', searching for my weakness
As if I will fall victim to your adolescent weak kids
Authentic tag strap want the real homie, peep this
All my flow's gold
Never one to be on cheap shit
Reap shit, delete kids
I'm a whole ravine
Hear 'em scream as I put the game inside a quarantine
I'm tryina' eat, and I'm finna hit a lick on your plate
Watching [?], still reserving like a fish I'll take your bait
I don't even have to flex, I been constructing my rep
I'm a architect at best
If you targetin' my nest then I'm aiming at your chest
Curious for who is next
As I smoke the murder stresses got me in a X nigga