Y'all bitches corny as fuck
Y'all are just doing too much
I be that boy that rearrange your guts
I been practicing i got that pro touch
Precise with my rhymes like a surgeon
Johnny Sins, ain't fucking no virgins
I be in the studio while y'all motherfuckers eating laundry detergent
I ain't packing a mac in the back of tha Ac
No Pun intended
But I got that bad bitch on my side with a fat extended
I get these bitches jumping like a low rider
Y'all wouldn't be shit without a ghostwriter
We play life like its street fighter
But bitch please give me back my lighter

How the fuck you gon' let me out of sight
How the fuck you gonna let me out your mind
How the fuck could y'all forget me i'dont mind
Imma keep it on 100 till motherfucking i die

Now lets get down to basics
I feel like im in the matrix
I feel like im Neo stopping bullets
All while y'all bitches, ain't even aiming

Get a motherfucker out the mud im doing my best to break free
Goint so fast the police can't even catch or trace
Me
How y'all gon try to stop me, I got hands dont tease me
I'm going home every night to your bitch, telling her to please me