Execution

Feeling myself, alone and dealt I ask for no help..
Fresh off a shelf..enemies know me for stealth..
Lyricist no wealth, I was born to do this,
But screw this, I'm the shit, u the lighter im the Flint..
I make this work, you just a twerp,
I use to turbo tax peoples taxes for work,
White collar, green dollers, big ballers..
Living like a true life shot caller..
Call it what u want, origin of the streets..
Liars talk bullshit, horrible to speak..

It’s like it wasn’t finished but it was good... baby steps until you going off like spider joke or 300 bars. Best wishes... look forward to reading more.

Yeah man this was dope oh my god should i stop writing feedback wish i could break ya verse down good shit man dont know what dudes talking about 300 bars for what do you mean man..... that was a short verse for me can we see more dp you have more to say brother man...