No Flockin’ Kodak Black (Episode 2)

Young nigga with his hungry ass
All he know is rap
Went to school but he ain't go to class
Teacher tried to learn me some math
But I got me some paper
Hop me the gate and I went on some capers
In Skroll Land, Main Street
Learned that these niggas be cappin
These hoes be so trash
Bitches thottin' on the next nigga
Plottin' on the best nigga
Before they sewed a track
Niggas be claiming they best
Ain't got nobody respect
They ain't even much sold a track
Say hold ya back
Niggas be coppin for a deal
You should get everything on the back
See on these tracks
BABBLON Executives nigga
We like the new Goldmans Sachs
Said just put everything on my back
Cause you can bet everything on my tracks
And I guarantee that shit gone come back
Cause I just be picture paintin Ion rap
I just go ape shit Ion snap
These niggas makeshift ion do crafts
Nigga want the whole thing I'on do halves
My team supreme yeah yall'on do math
I gotchu, two is to the wisdom you get
When you split a git to the atom
He coexists in patterns
One to gain knowledge
The other material matter
You couldn't fathom how we add it
And we back at 3
Now understand, that everything is everything
Is everything we desire worth a wedding
Is everything that we want worth our legacy
Just let it be, I put it down like a Triple H pedigree
Knock all they lights out like Teddy P
Team crystal solid like methamphetamine
The art of real is back on wax til the death of me
Now all the girls wanna kick it like a special teams
These nigga pussy they'on mess with me
On the side of the game like a referee
Cook yo ass up, boy, it's my specialty
Big guns talking Halo type weaponry
Yeah Bitcoin y'all itty bitty coin
Remember bitches had my name in they fitted for em
And that was Keith J
Now my name Replay
And Mr. Fuck With Me You Might Win a Sweepstakes
Yeah, give these boys the bidness with the briefcase
Knock all they lights out like Free Tae
I'm a dawg ass nigga I'mma cheapskate
I like pussy for breakfast call her Tony the Tiger
Bitch I eat great
I like funneling money back to the business with hundreds
When we ain’t thinkin’ of money
We do this shit for the art, I can't think straight
Forgive me for ranting, I'm just tryna see straight
The admittance of sin the first step of being great
I like keeping it real, don't like you being fake
And ever since I was ten, felt I was being taped
That was voices in my head
Telling me I'm the best
Should never sleep, never rest
Should never eat or be pressed
Cause everybody that's rapping is subpar to me
And don't call it conscious, I spit it consciously
I'm aware of what these motherfuckers want from me
A lil picky, lil choosy when I get on the beat
I gotta factory building like Willy Wonka be
Bars for millenniums nigga, 90's baby bouta millennial nigga
I still ain't feeling you niggas
I like bumping Big L, smoking thick L's
I'm a rap saint, ain't charge ya for a song yet
I'm so ahead of my time that I ain't born yet
These niggas cornballs I'm stacking corn chips
Coins-chips
You swimming in the water with swordfish
Sharks and coy fish, who employ dips
It's getting mo deeper in that mo better blues
Of the control-ship of yo shit
Everybody spinning yo songs
Don't feel like yo hit
Cause mo clicks is mo clicks
But most clicks ain't yo clicks
So them spins ain't yours bitch
That's some inside joke shit
Hungry nigga you ain't finna find a beat
I’m not gone eat
Honestly don't want no snake niggas
Round the G
These niggas go back on they word like a
Fuckin apostrophe
Got kicked outta drama school
Cause ain't nobody I'm tryna be
Straight up!