I'm Bruce Lee stuntin'. Can't refuse these onions
Donald Trump supporters, fuckin bruising up them
Fool me once, that's it. Pull the toolie up, that's it
When the crew meet up, that's lit
Alone, I'm bruising up your clique
Click, clack you better get back split that like a Kit Kat
This kids raps are the syntax. For your bitch rap chargin' sin tax
In the business, sophisticated with the homies, my fist in faces
Lookin like you ate a rock all your teeth are liberated
For those of y'all that ain't armed you better ring the alarm
Cause I'll send ya to the graveyard I'm an Sr. to you Jr.'s
All this rappin give me chapped lips Fuck a Chapstick
Yo gurls fat lips should do the job fantastic
Anything I touch comin to life. Fingered a girl and the bitch got pregnant
Y'all are defenseless. y'all screamin F this
Government had to cover up the wreckage
Sippin cappuccinos while I'm cappin chinos
Captain Korean America I'm not your classic hero

I'm screamin carpe diem while I'm stealing hearts in DM's
When you hear my bars go "Deeyum" stretchin ya arms don't reach him
Smearin up those white vans with your blood damn Daniel
Lions den got mad mammals treat you liked they damned Daniel
Sickenin past filled with cats stickin backs fillin gaps
Pennin raps Hittin back with a strengthened back Kim is back!
Im poppin veins when these fake rap gods naming Pac in vain
You listen to Yeezus once you think you and God the same?
So a God would rock a chain?
A GOD used to be locked in chains?
Diss you back if you call him names?
A GOD need to rob a bank?
Pause that frame you all the same and more hoppin on the train
Stop that train of thought you lames
Gods a rank Not a name
Don't rob your brain of knowledge mayne
Knowledge reigns I'm robbin brains
Rhymin takes a mind of great amounts of age a life of pain
I'll leave your baller fame in a ball of flames
I'm on the Rakim plane you Flocka Flame were not the same