Surgical Strike - Big Bop Freestyle

Step in the function, the whispers get quiet, They act like they hate, but they watchin’ in silence. Numbers don’t lie, but they history do, Talk like they move, but they stuck in the queue, Tryna break through, but they only miscue. Flex like they built, but they pockets on fumes, Mansion online, but they sleep in a room. Say they the wave, but they paddlin’ back, Say they got hands, but they never react. They get they girl’s tax return and claim they rich, Flex for a season, then back to the shift. Ball for a week, then it’s back to the stands, Flash for the ‘Gram, like they live off they mans. They talk about motion but can’t get a grip, Say they got racks, but they pockets a myth. They roll up with 30, but none of ‘em step, They call it a squad, I call it a mess. They talk big, but they don’t ever show, Danny Phantom with the Glock, make the opps go ghost. I slice ’em like Trunks, cut ‘em in cubes, They try to keep up, but they ain’t got the tools. Say they got status, but checkin’ receipts, Talk like a king, but they stuck in the streets. Act like they dogs, but never bite back, One clean shot and they fade to black. They mashin’ the buttons, but landin’ no hits, I move like I’m parryin’ all of their tricks. Try to keep up, but they laggin’ behind, GPS broke, they ain’t stayin’ in line. They movin’ slow, I’m ten steps ahead, Silent but lethal, leave ’em in dread. Cut through the noise, no need to talk, Surgical strike, Bop’s king of the block.