Chill beat
With that trill feel
But it's still me
And I'm still real
Got new beats
But i still k**
I make these
For my wounds to heal
Ya'll wanna pack heat and k** with steal
Soon they'll k** me with the postage mail
Got so many bars I'm close to jail
From fake I'm far it's so surreal
Need no deal
Need no hoe
Need that automatic shotgun flow
But I got that psychopathic rocket glow
Use mathematics to calculate nos
The f** are you hating on
I'm 15 with a dream and poem
That's just me
I never stand alone
I brought my team
Now I'm going home