[Verse 1]
We be that muthafuckin crew you ain't heard about
We're strictly word of mouth
No marketing money so bitch Im gonna chirp you out
And if your chick is looking mean then Imma work it out
I might be skinny but come see me Ive been working out
I got a little muscle
Rappers don't wanna tussle
Cause lyrically Im about to sprout
And you just a brussle
If you tryna send a diss
Ill gladly listen when I check my iphone
First in the morning when I take my pissing
You don't wanna start crying cause you rhyming sucks
Man but back in middle school Im kicking frees right on the bus
Mightve heard Im the whitey flipping the bird on Eminem
But with my pen Im exciting these fucking turds

[Verse 2]
No blog love, maybe Im too clean cut
I don't got like three bucks, hoppin on the T to get my dreams up
Out in the city where theyre parking all the cars
And people fuck with me because Im coming with bars
Every inch upon my body lookin covered with scars
A baby shooting free throws, the youngest in charge
The other team was over the limit
Im from the place where rich people play tennis
But I still can get respect because I spit it harder
Than these other guys can spit it
Wait a fucking minute
Fuck your frat raps Im writing too fuckin tremendous
And these bitches always tryna have a friendship
Whats the deal with that

[Verse 3]
I put my feet up
These other rappers wanna meet sluts
Flying on a jet to link the team up
I try to keep it every day eating that green stuff
Or cruising around up in the Beamer bumpin cleanup
We need to elevate
Something to celebrate
My album is droppin for free and bitch its worth the wait
I keep my phone on silent not even that vibrate
Check that shit whenever just to make sure the rhymes straight
And if you didn't know
Its Lamp City ho

[Verse 4]
I go harder than a chick with some nipples
You know the dizzle cam dizzle
Come and keep these rappers down to a minimal
Im cynical, blazing a joint
You looking pitiful
Its just a freestyle but I still kill it literal
Our fill is still litter on the page
No filler all realer
Your whack frat rap is so ill
Its like you talk about the fuckin the bitches
And playing shows
I used to know you personally
And your still livin out your own home
Putting an end to this fucking movement
I fucking do it Lamp City bitch
And fuck those other dudes who are trying to do this
Im outta here