Wait a minute
Hold up, brake pads
Smoking on that loud
And all that loud is loud enough to break gla**
Smoke at registration
Probably sober at 8th cla**
Middle finger to my opposition and your hating a**
I say
f** what's in your pockets
That sh** don't define me
I am far from human, stupid Google can't describe me
I'm probably the realest here
But y'all rap n***as ain't hearing that
But if you drop this here - you might f** around and get an ear tan hoe
Where you heard that?
No nobody said it
I'm the type of n***a get drove by the chemist
So angelic but the soul kinda hellish
So dope with the freestyle - low I can sell it
And my hand on the mic like feel Jackson
Beat it up nah Phil like Blacksun
f** high school, I mean it f** high school
With a gold chain on screaming, "No Flex Zone"
I met a girl named Sam (girl named Sam)
And I fell inlove with a girl named Sam
Yeah I had to rub it in like bird mans hands
One hunnid, high life, stay puffing, dry ice
And it don't love it, they can die twice
I've seen the afterlife
I took a peak sh** still don't change
Y'all still got a penis appetite
b**h n***a, you ain't acting right
You ain't rapping right?
And peer pressure almost had a young n***a straight blasting pipes
You gotta know which hand can't take the strife
To make a sacrifice
My n***a you can't practice life
I'm Price City Tom even said it
My whole life rests in the palms of the fetish
Grab it it out the hat, magic sh**
Dab it out the a** for this rapping sh**
And then write a rhyme instead of studying for my exam sh**
Dumb n***a, dumb n***a