Ima get older and tell everybody i rapped about killing and selling, a felon
Tell my supporters that i was a shooter im flexing and totin the Indian weapons
Moved to la ima get a face that and then hope that the internet people get threatened
Impressing and now im gon write me a bar about how ive been selling dope since i was seven
Fuck rap I'll be me anyway
All the rap shit get out of my face
Think they move but they running in place
You got a gun won't run a damn fade
Damn
Maybe i got an issue
No
The world to sensitive I can't mention it
Got couple things I can't say cuz people bitch and shit

If I was you I wouldn't say a word
If you did what you talk about then youd be in the dirt
If I did what you did then I'd be questioning my worth
Whats it really worth when you capping for a verse
Huh? pussy

Tradition is peer pressure from the dead
Looking forward to them n***as
Who wan shoot me in the head
Cuz im telling you these n***as
Ain't shit
And im upset
Talking reckless online
With they feet up in a bed
All you n***as think you matter
But you dont
I grew up in a place where
You born and then you gone
All you n***as like food
So im feeding on your bones
I dont wanna hear you talk
So leave me the fuck alone

Fuck these n***as
Fuck a bitch
Hit a lick
Industry n***a shit

Im into this into dick
Half gay
Ima hit my opps with a brick

Im just a rapper
And i do rap things
I sell drugs sell guns
In the scene