I got a problem controlling my anger
Makin some bangers
Not for the fan girls but for them plackers
Not a mainstream rapper please don't make me mad now
Yall tryna bring me down bein a class clown
Yall just mad that im finally making cash now
No point in stoppin me boy im that cash cow
Living on the sun where the planets know nun
I really hadda stunt
Really hadda bump
Really had to understand what I really want
Now I'm the gifted child with a different rhythm
And a different vision
Hopefully you get it
Hopefully you know it
Normal people wouldn’t

Public enemies
All this energy
Got the best of me
With no remedy
Everything u see
Life ain't friendly
Please let me be
I’m a human being
Prone to feelin feelings
B-b-b-b-boi just kiddin
Imma hop on this track and go kill it
Yall that mad at life going to feel this
Spitting with deadly precision. Giving the melody rhythm. Killing them all with the system. Everything gone in an instant. Godly existence You're in the wrong position to be calling my wisdom
Rainy days, training plays
Like a quarterback
Slaughter tracks, spit in bars
Like i farther rap
Pull up in a coupe
What you gonna do when they come for you
When they come for you
He's beating the bag
And he's chewing the bullets
Standing the punches
And he's mentally crooked
Boi I’m mentally crooked

I got a problem controlling my anger
I got a problem controlling my anger
I got a problem controlling my anger
I got a problem controlling my anger