[Bridge]
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Back in school I was the fool they used to kick around
n***as used to clown
Guess I ain't have enough glue for the cool kids to stick around
I went a mile to try and go and find a different crowd
Dozing off teacher screaming "Llama better listen now"
Who would've known I'd be a mismatch
Jock fearing dispatch
That b**hes always told to kiss a**
I skipped cla** to go play ball, But I was too small, They said they rather pick scabs than pick Lamique last
[Verse 1]
That's f**ed up
f** it I ain't stressing it
I'ma need some medicine
Flow so cold like the north to a pelican
Stepping to a negligent you better off running, I'm telling you for your benefit
Rapping for the hell of it, Not for a life span
The only occupation that didn't require height man
But I can be spud if you might care
And make it your worst nightmare
When the mic in my right hand
And like Stan you can be my fan
And you ain't never ever gotta tell the world that you been riding with lah
Up in the sky. In that DMC DeLorean it fly
Music blasting out the speakers got the people feeling the vibe, i...
Feel like I'm a very nice guy
But if you cross my side of the line
I'ma turn into a Venusaur
f** a bread and bu*ter, this is war
I don't need toast. I'ma need a sword for the metaphor
Rhymes that can't ignore
Rhymes that are kicking
I'm kicking back and I'm chilling
I'm chilling like I'm a villain
A villain to all you children
You children gon need some healing
And a 36 pack of penicillin for you ceiling
[Chorus]
At 16.. I was spitting sixteens, ripped dreams
MC's, they all started hiding
Now them n***as talking 'bout my island
I don't really give a f**
So now they got a n***a Wilding out
[Verse 2]
Now them n***as talking 'bout
Brooklyn ain't sh**
They said the game needed change
And I'm the n***a with cents
But see I'm not the type of n***a that mix nickels and pens
I triple my sh**
You the type to sit on the bench
You scary n***a, Nah I ain't talking bout grim
It's like, I can move my fist just a inch and you flinch
I breathe and you twitch
I'm waiting like "you leaving a tip?"
Even a pinch will leave you 6 feet deep in a ditch
You say you built like a dog but you seem like a b**h
You even got your guard dogs cause I'm deep in your b**h
But see you been barking up the wrong tree
So tell the cool kids that I can set em straight if they ever try to cross me
[Chorus]
At 16, I was spitting sixteens, ripped dreams
MC's, they all started hiding
Now them n***as talking bout my island
I don't really give a f**
So now they got a n***a Wildin out...