[Intro]
Oh yeah
Yo Mr. Gone, where you at son?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kevin Flum]
Yeah, listen, uh
Yeah I'm going in like a bu*ton hoe
Coming at em with that new sh** you on something old
I'm probably with my bros, shades on eyes low
I haven't slept in two days cause my mind's on go
Listen, imma meet you rappers at the finish line
I talk a lot of sh** because I know that I can finish mine
And I see you mad, so I ask you what you're mad for
You tell me every time you hit the stage the crowd's mad bored
I can't blame em, my rhymes you can't tame em
They're like lions off the leash, hungry and full of anger
I, got a lot of reasons to believe I got next up
And f** you if you disagree I say it with my chest up
Middle of the state, Colombia I rep that
Coming with consistency I'll stretch it to the next track
Onto the next track, and the one after that
I'm pissing in your milk and probably sh**ting on your Apple Jacks
God I'm asking Kevin Why you gotta be so rude?
I'll show up to your door in 20 minutes like the pizza dude
When I'm in the city, got the crowd going all caps
After the show I'm getting head like a ballcap
b**h, I don't ever lie, what's the point of it?
Spitting all this dope sh**, you could roll a joint of it
And maybe if you concentrate you could take a dab or two
I'm not the type to leave you hanging even if I had the nudes
Meals for myself and my friends too
Maybe get a Beamer and a Benz too
I'm way ahead of myself
And when I die, please put my gold head on a shelf
Listen, this here is divine intervention
You wide eyed and hype vibing cause I'm impressive
And I don't mean to brag but guys, I've got lessons
For anybody who skipped cla** and got reckless
These silly s*uts they wanna talk sh**, they wanna start with the heat
Make a scene and now she all in the street
Now she claiming that she gave me head, acting like a baby
Well, hey I guess you are what you eat