[Hook]
Pen on paper, that's what I do
Spittin' lyrics in my best friends booth
Silly b**hes stuck in the loop
I scream 'f** you' if you disapprove
My fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd
Pen on paper, that's what I do
Spittin' lyrics in my best friends booth
Silly b**hes stuck in the loop
I scream 'f** you' if you disapprove
My fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd
[Verse 1]
Psycho parkway, hey b**h I'm back
Brain damage like meth and crack
Looking at my future like
God damn man I need to get them stacks
Locked down in my room with
Some notebooks beats and 2 fifths
Think about my career and I
Notice that I haven't proved sh**, so
Time to step up my grind
Lately I waste too much time
And I need to get back to my rhymes
Cause I know damn well this world is mine
Spit fire, suns core
Don't believe it? b**h, hit the door
My team loud, and my fans loud
We gonna rock until we hit the floor
Green light go, b**h you know
When I grab that mic you better drop it low
Exposed like the Truman Show
No holds barred, anything goes
k**ing sh** since 96
Hot as hell, I'm devilish
But still cold as my persona
And I'll break you cause I'm a rebel, b**h go
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[Verse 2]
Bottles popped, they turnt up
10 whole grams got burnt up
f** whoever disagrees because
They don't concern us
It's a long a** road I'm walking on
With obstacles like Donkey Kong
Rip this sh** like a stoner's bong
Cause I'm made for this, you can't tell me wrong
I got about two years of my life left
So I'mma give this sh** my f**ing best
Stealing fans, that's grand theft
Young forever, I banned d**h
Mercy's what these rappers need
I'm charging all, like a bull stampede
Girls still screaming Frosty, please
I'm busy b**h, get off your knees
Hold me down, cause I'm going off
Lyrical miracles don't stop
Half you rappers make me sick
Hey Dr. Carter, *cough cough*
YMCM b**hes
I only listen to Drake
Half you rappers making buck, but
All you f*ggots fake, so
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[Verse 3]
Call me clutch, I rock the beat
p**y MCs, come taste defeat
A lot of you guys are mostly weak, so
Go ahead and pa** that throne to me
Like Drew Brees, I'm going deep
Talk sh**, b**h, get put to sleep
Downtown 615 we swish all night
Like Kobe Bryant's threes
I keep my dreams on padlock
Hating b**hes, hop off my jock
Like Twisted Sister, I wanna rock
So let me in, knock knock
If you f** with me, then stick around
I'm on the rise, I want the crown
In too deep, I'm about to drown
So I'mma hold my breath
And not go down
School just didn't do sh** for me
Sick rhymes in my inventory
For those who aren't aware of my f**ing story
I'm doing all I can to do to taste the glory
Broke yes, but I'm still living
Cause one day, I'mma be winning
I dream big and I stay grinning
Frosty V is in the f**ing building, hands up
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