Shit is mental (Uh)
Exponential (Uh)
Just had lunch and breakfast (Uh)
They call it brunch in Brexit (Huh?)
I mean Britten, listen
Pound the kitten, fiction
Up in my raps, nevertheless
My bars creating friction
I will be slaying this beat
Like I destroy the pussy
Let me add the word lean
And say my jacket’s from Gucci
I’m a real modern rapper
Even though I’m a rookie
Could get my shit to gold
Just by saying I smoke kush, see:
I’m against these mumble rapper, trappers
Their mouth and ass is backwards
Spitting shit and shitting spit
I had to attack these bastards
Facts are what matters
We’re lacking some manners
God has his secrets
And I ain't asking for answers
I’m standing up, you sitting down
Stop acting tough, you fucking clown
Just remember who wears the crown
Don’t make me go another round
I ain't fucking with these bitches
Don’t be talking, better listen
I ain't said shit in a minute
No more playing, I ain't kidding
You know it’s really funny how these bitches came up
They mumble this and that, wear some clothes and fame comes
Nowadays, the crowd only supports the lame ones
But I guess in mainstream you have to be dumb to become famous
I used to work Sunday mornings
Now I work Sunday nights
But from this I get no money
On having fun, you put no price
I’ve got just the right amount
Seven five seven
Syllables up in this round
That’s a haiku
It’s called rhythm and poetry for a reason
Best believe I will enlighten you
My raps be frying dudes
Too hot to handle
But still chilling, oxymoron, fools
Bitches be needing google
To fap? No, but true
After you bitches got a puff of this green
I’ll say some shit about some stuff, that I don’t even mean
People
Created money, God created greed
Don’t be acting funny, I don’t even believe
In a god, or whatever you wanna name it
The thing that got the most power of all, is nature
It’s the soul reason for all what was and is created
So in a way I do believe, everything is related
Me, I’m going chronical
Feel like Geronimo
I spit only burning coal
My bars slowly turning gold
Back up in the kitchen
I’m in mint condition
These are all thirsty hoes
They be beggin’ for attention
They be in line for this dick
Intimate
Put that on the internet
I don’t even give a shit
Dirrrrty
Be fucking bitches from 8.30
Until I see the sun up early
I enjoy, I never worry
Solving bitches like sudoku
I am Goku
Going supersayan on these motherfuckers
They got no clue
I could be some emo dude
Trying to find himself like nemo, rude
Jokes about some chemo feud
All rappers sipping on that weirdo juice
I don’t rap about no molly or no lean
'cuz both of those things I have never even seen
I’m a monster, only drugs I touch are sugar and caffeine
Alcohol and day after day that good green
I’m bipolar, no I’m not
I got lean up in my cup
Now these bitches acting up
“you’re contradicting yourself”
Shut up