Dat front row is just show
No Mizraim in this hoe
Sweet runnaway put your gun away or hick sauce gonna blow
Ur Ketchup... no bros
I got nine bow ties and dey know
No gangstar nor slangstar would ever f** wid dis flow
See monsters don't care
At ur rook we woz dare
Dey wheelin and stealin but err we do never scare
I'll zig a rat for my girl
f** her on top of my world
I'll rig da bratz and trig da katz no more second roles only pearls