Can’t trip looking back
Make smarter plays
Look at you, face flat
Look at you, face flat
Look at me layed back
Back with some boom bap
Spitting some great raps
Look at you riding waves
Industry wave cap
Never could save that
Game is hella Dirty
Need some ajax
Industry plant
Ima do what you can’t
Tryna do good
You tryna disease the land
How you gon tell your fans
To pop xane’s
Then take a pic, sign shirts
And go shake hands
I'm attracted to the old school era
Go getters, Mc’s that srtike terror
Not rocking these goofies
More like actors
So far but so close to disaster
They should go to Hollywood
And shoot movies
Cause you look real manly
Surrounded by groupies
They should go to Hollywood
And shoot movies
Rezerect boom bap
But I'm no EMT
Ima MC’ that's NAsty
Wit flavor you see
Like a chicken in the oven
Marinating slowly, oh please
Cholo open doors like your car keys
Up late cheffin
I could give you cookbook
With recipes, certified
Sure to get the hood shook
Flavor is crazy
Delivery bu*ter
Rush hour Chris Tucker
Working harder than others
Fresh air feelinh
When you listen to cholo
Got a hunger
Only understand if you were a hobo
Love music wit no strings attached
Nowadays they on a string like a yo-yo
Half as effort only bringing you down
You look half as clever
Trying to fight for a crown
That's rightfully mine
Can’t see my brother?
You legally blind. or what or what
I'm frozen
Frozen, like I'm stuck in time
I'm frozen
Frozen, like I'm stuck in time