Intro

[Verse 1: Kreative]
Haters all up on me better brush 'em off
I ain't doing this shit just to here 'em talk
All I want is money better get a job, broke banks don't fix nothing man I seen it all
Yeah, I ain't fucking with 'em now bro
Little money turn a goodie to a bad hoe
But I got nothing on a baddie with a fatty tho
Man I'm just saying I think it's something that you should know
I told y'all dudes that I was up to something
Bipolar and shit like all my nerves be jumping
I'm bumping music louder than a bird can chirp at nothing
Short hits from a stick you would think that I'm bunting
Stunting, wrapping my words around nothing, running from all of the nightmares that I know I got coming
Like a drummer drumming to the beat that I am humming
But fuck all this bull shit I'm dumping like the seeds out of a pumpkin

[Verse 2: Kreative]
Yeah
You must've forgot boy
Bat flip like I'm Kian in the box boy
Making noise but I'm quiet as a fox
Looking like a pussy ass come and get knocked boy
Don't dare to even eyeball me
I decease where the eyeball meets
Like thugs running down the streets, with pants down at their knees
They free balling what I can not see
Tryna be something they cannot be
'64 with the leather seats
Throw it back to '63 when JFK got shot brother rest in peace
USA will never rest in peace
Like unleash the beast to feast on Reese's pieces
Preaching like a priest in a church
At least the Father hasn't released the leech to suck the souls who think that drinking bleach is key
Lord please forgive me
Man his is tricky like Donald, Daffy and Mickey
I'm laughing at the fact that I ain't got no taffy for Minnie
Welcome to Disney
I'll take a break from slapping them silly as soon as I'm done with the verse I am currently spitting
Frequently getting more money than these jobs they be giving
But I ain't got a job that give, I'm just a bum with a mili
Hate that I can't catch a break but man I'm cold like its chili
I'm just a white boy from Parker didn't think I got it in me