Ay we be crushing lame s**ers, left to right
We holding mics in spite
I'm feeling right like I've been sipping on that dirty sprite
You flirting right, but I only love this mic
I hold it tight like it's my life
Oh wait, that's right, I only write cos it's the only thing I like
So, don't f**ing judge me
And your words will never budge me
Think you're dope, I think you're funny
Go ahead get your money, brother
You ain't gotta love me
Can't take nothing from me, can't fake in front of honeys
Go ahead and f**ing love me
Not communication is ugly, so there's no need to bug me
I ain't special, girl trust me
I jump beats (Wait, what) like gang initiation
Don't rap for appreciation
Weed burner, mind is racing, never chasing tails
I picking my road, you taking the trail
You doing it well, I'm doing it swell
Straight bars, like county jail
To hell with it all, I'm taking the ball
Hope's low, but I'm standing tall
Getting high and I never fall
I spit dope so your a** is appalled
It's roll call (For who?)
For the daily wedgie victims
I'm the bully, I run the system like a blunt is how I hit them
And that's hard as f**
And my rhymes are hard to touch
It's not much, but it s**s
Cos most of these f**s will have to adjust
To that dope style that I'm bringing
Wake the f** up, your alarm is ringing
(Slap a fake f** in they face bruh)
Senses are tingling (I box the hoe. Impossible)
And make her s** dick through box hole
Pretending that it's a popsicle
I'm just having with my awesome flow
Bars
Straight motherf**ing bars
Straight motherf**ing bars
[Outro]
Now let me know who can f**ing hate on this man
If your girl ain't a big fan
I slap her with my pin pan
b**h
What Trick you know you deserved that sh**