[Verse]
I'm 'bout to not cap, I'm speakin' all facts
I must cause they ready to kill me but not fast
They tell me to drop that, the songs in the vault
I'm not ready to drop that, I'm tough and you not that
Why you in the paint if you don't want the contact?
Boy put on your contacts, you can't see my vision
You trippin', I'm wishin' you well
You slittin' your wrist, put the stitch in the cell to regenerate
Slippin', I wish you could tell
I'm grippin' the stick and it send you to hell, you my enemy
Switch it, I'm hittin' the bell
You listened it hit now you get why you fell to the remedies
Wishin' for hits in your cell
You itchin' for nic just a hit, I can tell by your sentences
You spend too much of your time doing stuff that you hate
It isn't too late to decide
That your mission on earth is to make every bit of life great
Ignore all the hate on the side
Cause that isn't important, I'm sportin' a suit and a cape
Put dabs in the vape, I can fly
Now I'm soarin' like Horton, but who really scorin' importance outside of your brain up inside
Now the hate gets inside, it's digging deeper
You on the gas you a tweaker
I just had sex, it was real nice to meet her
Her name was Daphne, screamin' like jeepers
She said that she like how I'm doing that
That ho' is a dog, yeah she gave me top for a Scooby snack
Pushin and movin', that rippin' her clothes til they raggy
Like Scooby, do not think I'm true to that
Coochie or booty or body or face
I'll be shootin' my loot on that thotty like mace
I'm assuming you knew I was not gonna stay
In your room cause I move, I'm up off of your space
And its true get a clue ill be hoppin' the gate
I'ma shoot tell me whom is gon' talk to my face
I'll do shrooms and then soon ill be rockin' with greats
I know soon ill be doomed put that Glock to my face
And it boom to the tune of the songs that I make
I make room for the shrooms its a lot that I take
And I do spit for too long do not need a break
Okay, maybe I do
I resume to the tunes i am not gonna fake
I include any dude who is not gonna break
And will prove that he do have the thoughts that it take
To assume how we move we put knots in the safe
I been pushin' the pack, I been moving a lot of it
Whats in the bag? I need proof and a lot of it
Pushin' it back, like the date of a concert in
Spite of my rap and my age, I'ma slaughter it
I'm getting cash for the features, I'm hoppin' in
Offer a little bit i need a lotta bit
Compensate me for all my work accordingly
Mad cause I'm under 16. they reporting me
Oops, I'm too young but you spittin' it horribly
Poor, but you blame me cause I'm the minority
War with authority move forth orderly
Or we could force you to conform formally
Your disease formin' abnormally
Warning: reportedly many and more of these
Stories of poor little quarries are steady arising
I'm worried this will never end, uh