Ooooohhhhh Shit!!!

Fake smiles and grapevine lies
We got a few more miles on this transit ride
Hand outs are mine
Your too late and whine
And when the push comes to shove your falling out of my sight
As I ascend all these excess pestering
Pedestrians shed from my set of wings
Yo
I told you already I’m the best to these
So called rappers with no destinies
To manifest
I told you; no rest for Kings
So why take a recess when I’m the best to these
So called rappers with no destiny
Indy Heat
Mass Transit
That’s the recipe

Fuck around get shredded on a beat
Your Less than me
You ain’t heading toward no destiny
I mean I hate to be the one to tell you straight to your face but
Your whole entire case is a waste
I mean
If I happened to walk into a bank
With a cane an ak and a couple grenades
Would you open the safe or would you give me a break?
American idiot
Subliminal slave

Whatchyu mean by that?
(way to much)

X4

For a dumb mf that ain't goin no where
To understand
So why you staring ?
Blah blah blah blah
Stfu bitch

(mumbling)

Man you know who tf it is
Muze sikk in this fucking bitch
Muze sikk finna fuck yo bitch
Put a hashtag right before that shit
Bitch you already know imma master
Bitch you already know that I passed ya
Girl you already know id tap that ass tho

(hook)

All these mf think they know me but they dont know
Nothing bout shit

(you dont know me)

X2

For real tho I gotta get honest
Man middle finger fuck that college
But man you should go to college
What the fuck im gonna get from college?
All they gonna tell me is
Hey good job your a mf genious
Hey get a job it'll work out believe us
10 years later your like "why did I believe them?"

All these mf thinking that the brother with the super duper flow is gonna turn it off
But I dont understand shit that you sayin
Wait till a mf
Get paid
And when I get that mf money imma be like fuck it
Imma buy myself a yacht
And I think its really funny
Cuz you sound like a dummy every time you fucking talk
Like blah blah blah blah blah
Something bout tv
Something bout nonsense
What sports?
Mf job?
Huh?
Mf news?
Huh?
Mf what?
Shitty old people tunes?

You know all I do is rap
You know all I do is fuck bad bitches with big ol fat asses
Your standards low as fuck and that bitch was hit
But you still had to hit cuz you a bitch
You chase pussy
I chase chips
Like the fat boy
See me dropping bombs like the Fatboy
Y'all talk more gossip than a mf tabloid

All I do is talk about making money
You ain't on shit thats why I think your funny
Funny like odd not Jim carry funny
Chasing that lettuce like go go bunny
Ain't no 9 to 5 gonna make you dimes
Imma shine and make mills from rhymes
Muze sikk do not disappoint
If your here to get money then you missed the point
Minimal syllables when I kill em with intervals
Butter your bitches muffin
Something like a dinner roll
Ready for war mass transit general
Chief of the tribe like a god damn seminal
Stealing my flow like a god damn criminal
Imma do you one up
Hit your girl with a finger roll
She hit a high note like a god damn singer tho
Bet I get real real hot next thing you know
Im rich as fuck

(HOOK)