48 bars
Fuck a hook

They told me rapping was a waste of time, tell them no sir
I just hit you with that wave of rhymes, like go surf
Hang ten motherfucker hope them sharks don’t bite
Ya’ll been sleeping on the kid and it’s not alright

I hop on MICs, my flow make the crowd go nuts
I tell the story of a kid who led a Hawthorne life
I remember back then I wasn't all that nice
Now you can that tell I’m hard like I got on tights

I got all night, till the sun rise and set
I lock eyes with your bitch tell her ride my dick
I walk around [with the set?] feeling high as heck
No money yet, but we fly as shit so what it look like?

A lot of ya’ll claim to be chefs in the kitchen
But [ya’ll ain’t dishing no damage?], you ain’t about that cook life
I’m fucking hard and I’m hitting the cutting board
With the sharpest knives and my bars is nice

Mentality of a child who done lost his mind
I’m not trill, got skill write a cold dope verse
Go for the kill, I’m so ill I wrote with a quill
That was made from the feather of a dodo bird

I got a style that knows no bounds
I say fuck a plan B, go hard 'till it all falls down
Keep in mind that I’m so broke now but pretty soon
They going to see me come around with a rose gold smile

And [I’m all?] with a flow so foul
That whenever I spit, they be like, “Damn Kix, close your mouth”
Fuck that, I’mma go all out, I’m about to break through
Like an elephant raised in Frodo’s house

I got a sound that makes the whole crowd pogo bounce
I kick shit hard enough to bring the dojo down
No bullshit, I’m tired of you rodeo clowns
The water’s rising and I hope ya’ll drown, it’s high tide

I’m out here trying to take your crown, it’s my time
I’m out here trying to take your shine, like night time
I was the little kid that they used to drive by
But now I fly by, my how time flies

Why would I lie, I put it [on Allah?]
I was hidden but I came out the cut, like voila
And I swear when I be spitting
The microphone turned into the wand of a magician and I’m Harry Potter with it

Born in 1990 but I’m rapping like I’m 89
I got your baby girl wanting to be my baby moms
Since I’m the new guy they greeting me with laughter
But I’m quick to make them scatter once I hit them with that crazy eye

Reach for the skies I’m coming to even the odds
Competition eaten alive, nobody’s leaving alive
There’s a war outside, grab your vest and guns
I tell the legendary story of how the West was one

Kixxie