This yo boy, Mike. Coming to you from the OC
Gonna spit some fire for ya, southside
I'm on fire, don't touch me punk you'll get flamed
I'm about five seconds away from making me a new name
You see I'm white, I'm a pothead and I don't give a f**
I might drop a little verse on the corner for just one buck
Then go to the store, buy a blunt wrap, get carded
I look old enough, b**h are you retarded?
Hop in the subie, and drive to the mall
Roll a fat blunt give my b**h a call
"Hey, what's up? You tryna chill?"
No I ain't smoking b**h I'm lookin' for a fill
This hard on ain't gonna fix itself, s** it you will
Maybe if you're good enough I'll pull out my wallet n' give you a bill
Then drop you back off home, your mom is asking
Were you with that no good boy who's packing?
About 2 bucks and 50
Check your heartbeat girl your mom will know you were with me
I'm getting baked, cloud 9 has captured my soul
I'm eating these rappers until my mic gets full
Definitely spitting, southside f**ing' repping
If you ain't here to rap boy, you better get to stepping
I'm here to trash talk, this isn't a lesson
But I'll teach a motherf**er to sit down and stop messin
Cause I'm fame to the game that brought me here to the same
f**ing rap game that's more a** than kardashian
And the f**ing robber coming to smash your cash again
You need to lock up, because the 5.0 coming at ya
You're burning more than a frycook, let me get you a spatula
Opening rhymebooks and writing through pens and pens
While I'm sitting in a studio with my lyrics, send after send
I'm trash, I'm poor, I come up from nothing
The teachers and non believers would tell me I'm something
That's bad, terrible, f**ing unbearable
But the lyrics in my hat are making it wearable
I'll get up to the heights, I'm destined for
I'll be droppin albums in no time, my raps with save your store
When you're in for the lines, your rap music you been hoping
Get ready for the ride, buckle your seat belt, it's time for my opening