Ay we be crushing lame suckers, left to right
We holding mics in spite
I'm feeling right like I've been sipping on that dirty sprite
You flirting right, but I only love this mic
I hold it tight like it's my life
Oh wait, that's right, I only write cos it's the only thing I like
So, don't fucking judge me
And your words will never budge me
Think you're dope, I think you're funny
Go ahead get your money, brother
You ain't gotta love me
Can't take nothing from me, can't fake in front of honeys
Go ahead and fucking love me
Not communication is ugly, so there's no need to bug me
I ain't special, girl trust me

I jump beats (Wait, what) like gang initiation
Don't rap for appreciation
Weed burner, mind is racing, never chasing tails
I picking my road, you taking the trail
You doing it well, I'm doing it swell
Straight bars, like county jail
To hell with it all, I'm taking the ball
Hope's low, but I'm standing tall
Getting high and I never fall
I spit dope so your ass is appalled

It's roll call (For who?)
For the daily wedgie victims
I'm the bully, I run the system like a blunt is how I hit them
And that's hard as fuck
And my rhymes are hard to touch
It's not much, but it sucks
Cos most of these fucks will have to adjust
To that dope style that I'm bringing
Wake the fuck up, your alarm is ringing
(Slap a fake fuck in they face bruh)
Senses are tingling (I box the hoe. Impossible)
And make her suck dick through box hole
Pretending that it's a popsicle
I'm just having with my awesome flow
Bars
Straight motherfucking bars
Straight motherfucking bars

[Outro]
Now let me know who can fucking hate on this man
If your girl ain't a big fan
I slap her with my pin pan
Bitch
What Trick you know you deserved that shit