wanna get tapped? Invite the kano god

RAINBOW SIX SIEGE GOD

And we don't stress
A .38 'til it free your chest
Then PP on the PO's desk
I'm Jay Z in a blow out press
Relate me to your blowout's best
Can't heat me, I'm remote you're deaf
I'm HD, causin' photo theft
My AC antifreeze got a—that part
Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye don't rest
My IV qualify T-rex
Society kept my IQ vexed
Deny me from an Ivy school
Applyin' me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest
The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh