[Verse 1: XO]
Its my time, its my time
This soul you cannot borrow
The coupe look like its hollow
These guys all up on my gonads, Boy why don't you go swallow
Red and blue jordans looking like I'm 5-0
But I'm 5'7 on sum canibus
And I'm standing for that money till' they cannot stand us
I'll do ya' dirty, Ask me is your time I say it's skin thirty
n***a, what?
I said it's skin thirty, And I'm full of it man I swear im full of it
Pullin' your leg and im pulling a ligament, Fresher than mint, And I mean it when I say im k**ing you kids
Im doin' it big, Corporate
k**ing rappers like abortion no need the introduction, But this is the start of the finish line I finish mine
Fatality
Academy flow, I'm on honor roll haters get peter-rolled
At the bestest
My n***as stay throwed I tend to catch it
My fire out a mantel not a candle
Suggest you clear my knob cause you can't handle
Pull the ratchet boy I'm screaming go go gadget
On these f*ggots, bums, and douche bags
k** tracks? I do that
I'm bout' bout' it , Man you be salty bout' it
And I'm laughin' at you , And imma' laugh off till' my mazel tov
They tryna' bezzle dog, I knock it off
Like jordan heels, Baby
The last call , Got drive in my car son daily(Carson Daly)
Get it? I do it, And do it big
These girls just want this bread
I'm clucking at you chicken heads
I just want this brain I'mma brainiac a maniac
Where pinky at?
Anita like baker
Cliche? n***a sue me!