[Intro]
Yeah
Pew
[Verse]
Yeah, ayy
I was always ready though, Joe Pesci with the flow
Gettin' dome, home alone with ya ex, probably givin chromosomes
I just gettin' what I came for, yeah, I'm goin' but I came more
Never home, that's a game, boy
I was waitin' in the [?], yeah, I been patient in this thang, yeah
Now I'm klepto with the flow-oh, I'm just takin' everything, yeah
They be hatin' on the kid, yeah, makin' statements and they sing, yeah
But they never hit a C-note, I just see notes with they name, damn
Why the fuck I go crazy, yeah, yo' girlfriend wanna date me, yeah
Doin' 80 in Mercedes yeah, they all dick ridin', [?]
People back was tryna' play me, yeah, fuck is y'all really sayin' to me?
Life's a game and I'm playing for keeps
They pop shit but I'm prayin' we meet, yeah
'Cause they talk a lot of shit I don't see like that
Man, I don't think that he like that?
How come he never come at me like that?
Since like '03, I rap
In the West street, where the heat got clapped
At my crib and it beats like that, like Mom I'll be right back
Tryna be Mike Jack, tryna be like Hov, tryna be like Em
Tryna be like both, got two blonde twins so, to me, that's Olsen
Gotta easy back off her 'fore I bring that coffin
I don't blink that often, got fire in my eyes
Got ash in my jeans, getting higher than the sky
I'm [?], I'll retire when I die, yeah
You put this up on the Internet, I'll fuck yo' bitch to The Internet
Was probably gettin' too intimate, I think I'm probably too into it
I think I'm actually crazy, this shit just not a gimmick, yeah
I do not know what a limit is, I go Picasso on every sketch
No I.D. gave me advice, what's the intention?
You gettin' attention or is you takin' your time?
But I do the race when I rhyme
I don't see a stop sign, cannot stop fine, I'ma cock .9, yeah
They don't really want smoke, they'd probably choke, tell 'em stop lyin', yeah
I'm a fever, no I'm Cesar, no a C4
When I blow you gon' see four shadows of Hiroshim', dawg
I'm a Beemer, you a hoopty
Drop my old bitch, she a groupie
Still ten toes, two feet, down like a roofie
Gotta 'round for a goofy, outta town, I feel loopy
I don't sleep, I chase two dreams, mine and the whole team
Know the whole team, you a cheerleader, bitch, I'm a career eater
I don't even really care either, in the rap game now
And I still can't find a peer if we measured by a fair meter
I been fuckin' all these hoes that frontin' they got amnesia now
But I need her like I need more the Selena type
I'm just tryna pull in the fur that get PETA tight, word
Flow disgusting, I'm sicker than drinkin' Robitussin
With lead and red soda cups and probably put a hole in stomach
You already knew who run it, rappers I been cobra clutchin'
I never cracked, shout out to Lamar but I don't owe them nothing
I never left doe, I'm lefty so at 27 if I see the front of Heaven
Tell 'em that I rep though, from the East to the West Coast
Anyone who want can get more
They know who the coldest
Bitch, I wrote this in a death note, yeah