Now do the fans want the feeling of the hieroglyphics
But all they got left is that uglyface shit
Put my time in rhyming
Im frankie lymon overly de dedicated


Overdosing you haters
Who the best out the bay
You ain’t even gotta debate it
Stand em in line and wash em without colors separated


Ooo shots fires pow, pow bullets ricashaying
In the middle of crowd and i'm walking out unscathed
Ain’t scared of nun of you n***as put my life on it
And every time I jot a line I put my life on it


While you standing around arguing talking about who the
Hardest y’all buttering up these artist
I’m pushing it past the margin
I’m the dope dealer soul healer


Pack a civic full four women
Talking slicker than Oakland pimps
Like I need moe bitches
Moe riches from longfellow written rap scriptures

Coachella dreams and wishes
Scars thats paint pictures
From the hood to the burbs
Bring the pleasure from hunger


Pack the kush in the words
In the Alero not the foreign cuz I couldn’t afford it
Im betting ashley wish she never had our child aborted