Lil’ Buddha Stirs the Nephop pot

[Verse]
They ask me if I'm fake nah
I ain't frontin' I'm straight
I hate the kind of rappers with
Lies in all of their page
Spittin' only true shit
When I'm up in the stage
When I ain't tellin' you the truth
There's really nothing to say
Is he really high?
He really puffin' a Jay? Yes
Reppin' Chile, China, Philly up in the place
I don't really like to waste
When I'm lovin' her ways
I'm fuckin' anything with a mini cup and a waist
Yo I'm the baddest dude
Chillin' with the baddest crew
Flo' on our side we got Yama as our pedestal
Nobody don't know me
Nobody don't know this cat is cool
Bad at his school
Now that is cool
How bad is you?
I scored an E minus
Vandalize the dean's room till he's pissed and he finds us
Skill and hard work they are words
That define us
Nobody could be fine as us
We are the finest