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