Cause I Can

Paper collector yeah we gonna count it up
Off this fucking record I be making hits top charts
I'm a farmer in the field, planting wheat for my meal
I'm a dope ass man, collect the bread from the yield yo

I was 10 house lost to the bank
I was only 15 when I saw a man get shank
I was 16 when I started puffing on that dank
I’m 21 now, I’m here to make the earth bang

I know you messing with me my shit be on lock
And you cannot get the key because I ate that shit for lunch
And my flow is made of diamonds so your croppers will not cut
I guess i’m indestructible, I guess I’ll never stop yo (whatchu doing?)

I’m cooking cooking butter butter with the bread
And my flow is like a knife cause I need it for the spread to (for the spread)
I get the plate, get it straight, get that shit on tape, 818, rep LA, but fuck a bitch from the bay

The day I pop off is the day the world collided
You ask me how I’m doing man I’m feeling real delighted
I’m reaching for the top, and what’s ahead of me I’ll fight it
I don’t want no change, unless they dimes, then she ride it

I’m S-A-U-C-Y and icy all the time
I see why everybody talking about they money and they lives
Like they, rip a dollar put in the ground
Pour a little water on it, it'll come around (yeah)

I’m feeling silly oh really you think I’m stupid?
You think I'm dumb not seeing the shit that you did
Looking like I’m lost, looking like I’m clueless
I think that death has ungrounded me from being rooted

Am I a psycho, a chaotic acting mind flow
With a pair of bloody scissors that I’ll stick up in a rifle?
Like wow you a fake man
Bow with the face smack
Pow with the bow with the pow
Go and take a lap (let’s get it)

I’m double cup whipping in the porsche
Coming with the force
I am not your father anymore
What you come here for
Looking like a motherfucking corpse
With a maggot heart
I am the epitome of death
Let me touch your soul

My yin and yang got me balanced I’m a fire dragon
I bring the bang, and you sitting there like what just happened?
Like did you bump some Billie Jean are you Michael Jackson?
I’m like nah, I’m coming up and killing it, I’m Cameron

I’m back snapping, I’m back cracking, I’m back rapping
Splish-splash, in the bong it go and start packing
I pop a wheelie in my Heely's, and I’m feeling silly, got a poisoned arrow at your leg I’m coming for your achilles
I tell my baby come and see me smoke a blunt and now I’m sleepy
So I’m turning on the tv thinking life is really easy
Cause I’m flowing like I'm Fiji
Cause I’m spinning like a CD
Cause I’m going going going going going like who is he?

(first of all did someone fart?)
(yo keep that keep that, keep that)