Coming with flow sicker than cinnamon
Sins but I'm living in
My sentences is so slick chicks think I slip it in
sh**'s getting thick when she pulling quick on my dick
But that's wack rap my flow's gonna jizz over your penmanship
Educated from myself masturbated my brain
You don't get it
Then get out of my lane
I brought the rain now that rain gonna come this lamp city sh** is sick like a bic to the spliff
And seeing some titty sh**
I ain't new to this crap I'm like a Buddhist when I rap
But I'm skinny got that minimal fat my words
Splat your tracks master my tracks faster getting more views
So sign your record deal and go get more shoes
I don't give a f** about
Or even think about a style
That's my style is wild it to the eye
Than a f**ing guy screaming that he's s**y and he know it
I'm a b**h rocking flannels and some jeans like a poet
So it's, f** a cosine
So what I'm lame because I rhyme and also a white guy
Somewhere in between six feet and six-five
Oh my spit is so fly go die if you ain't on my vocal sh** I'm over it
Tried to get a tour together nobody was flowing it
Tried to get a session going nobody was smoking it
f** the rap game I run that sh** from my basement
And make all these mother f**ers look easy like it's some staples sh**