Coming with flow sicker than cinnamon
Sins but I'm living in
My sentences is so slick chicks think I slip it in
Shit's getting thick when she pulling quick on my dick
But that's wack rap my flow's gonna jizz over your penmanship
Educated from myself masturbated my brain
You don't get it
Then get out of my lane
I brought the rain now that rain gonna come this lamp city shit is sick like a bic to the spliff
And seeing some titty shit
I ain't new to this crap I'm like a Buddhist when I rap
But I'm skinny got that minimal fat my words
Splat your tracks master my tracks faster getting more views
So sign your record deal and go get more shoes
I don't give a fuck about
Or even think about a style
That's my style is wild it to the eye
Than a fucking guy screaming that he's sexy and he know it
I'm a bitch rocking flannels and some jeans like a poet
So it's, fuck a cosine
So what I'm lame because I rhyme and also a white guy
Somewhere in between six feet and six-five
Oh my spit is so fly go die if you ain't on my vocal shit I'm over it
Tried to get a tour together nobody was flowing it
Tried to get a session going nobody was smoking it
Fuck the rap game I run that shit from my basement
And make all these mother fuckers look easy like it's some staples shit