Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

When I grab mics I hold on tight like I’m attached to it
Ruin brother’s careers, if I don’t my raps do it
Like the R you clap to it
Put more brothers backs into it
Discourage, now I’m back into it
I write famous bars like cheers, new years, yeah you wanna approach but no my crew here
How we do that there, blow up for ages
Doing shows in Las Vegas for boss wages
We sell like Jordans
We injure ordinary, our style very various, styles stealing stacks as I still on the wax
Watch headphones collapse along with the tracks that you saving, now you nevermore like The Raven
And yeah even if you get your flow up, you won’t blow up
Cos you don’t, but I
I mean to say
I I I Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I am Vonnie Ripperton, you will never catch me in no airbrushed Timberlands
Live in my own world, sorry its no visiting, my flow menacing, last bar to finish em
I get my whole style from inside, and you get yours from an in source an in vibe
No contribute to gencide, I’m so comfortable within my skin
It’s a riptide when I hit stage
Came to rip, sell tapes and get paid, auch??? and then laid
Props I’ve made and earned so ya’ll wait your turn, I’ve got a lot more days to burn stupid. Stupid
I’m hoping I’m sounding like Jay-Z right now
And my Guru
Young!