Yo, I'm sick of all my bad behavior Ill grab an alligator I wrote a million raps but those are all crumpled pieces of piled paper Next to a pile of now and laters I'm as loud as neighbors, who are havin' a party I will pa** your house in an RV Throw C4 on the wall and blast your a** in a heartbeat Then ran outside dashin', laughin, and grabbin' the car keys Then drove down the street, lashin' flashin' and pa**in' an arby's Eminem and Hopsin, when they quit, im the remains Im drivin insane, in my raps I don't know how many rhymes it contains I don't care if any of f**in guys say my name But if it's in a bad way, then you better believe that you'll be divin' in pain I'm strivin' to gain, all of the confidence possible To get a ski mask, and then start robbin the hospitals I be lobbing the popsicles while I'm stopping the possible Theres no way im gonna flop cause theres no floppin the logical