[Intro]
Yuh, yeah-yeah (Start on this part of the beat)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Start on this part of the beat)
I can bet you want these ad-libs
I just want to start on this part of the—
At the beginning of the song
Mathias, hahaha

[Verse]
Yuh, woke up, took a walk 'cause I'm poor (Haha, poor)
I don't want ya fuckin' Wock', yeah, it's not what I pour (Not what I)
Saw him posted in the grass, sending shots like a sport (It's a sport)
Yeah, I killed all of my opps but I'm not keepin' score
I just dropped a freestyle and wrote every bar
All you rappers acting weird so I keep very far
Brought the gun in the crowd so I'm shooting like a star
If you in the fuckin spot then ya page torn apart
I remember when that boy tried to fight wit' his whip
So we pulled him out the car and we smacked him in his shit
Everyone was going hard, using boards like a bip
Shoulda taken all his food from the seat, but he dipped
Leave that boy like Alex Burke, get 'em beat wit' a ring (True story)
Yeah, I feel just like a bird in a tree when I sing (When I sing)
If you put in the work you'll receive lots of things
Or I'll put him to the curb, on his teeth, give him wings
Yeah-yeah-yeah
You can feel yourself gettin' close to the danger
Red, momma said never talk to a stranger
Bled from his head and it leaked on his jacket
Boy never thought he'd be seen while he lacking
Everybody wanna run the scene, I'on see them
Rappers twenty-three and wanna seem like a demon
Only time I wasn't on shit I was a teen then
Now I'm getting flooded wit' these DMs, don't read them
Take em 'round, break 'em down
Bang you out, makin' sounds
There is not a person that can save you now
You won't have a purpose 'til you stake one down

[Outro]
Now, out
MathiasTyner