Flex on these kids today
Spittin but they need a bib today
When I got in ribs she said that she love it, might stay at the crib today
You ain't dead, got to live today
When I'm in the booth, I let off some steam
That never helps me I still feel on fire
I'm getting hotter, they want me to freeze
If I get colder, the flow ain't sick enough
Now I get better they want me to leave
How could I cry bitch I'm laughing with ease
Can't laugh with no fakes or hang with no snakes
11 then 13, don't bang with the jakes
Take the hand that I'm dealt and go handle my fate
Whatever it takes
I'm tough
I cannot play with you bums
Make you niggas work for better
Go add up the sums
He used to hate on a nigga, the vision, the bitches and now this nigga is my son
Cant tire, this barely a run
He looking like he miss his bitch, is she hairy or sumn?
Just keep walking on shit and this beat gonna hit like that check at the end of month
4000° how i started
Shit on the beat, you can't smell cuz I farted
Take niggas beats and do better, be honest
My lyrics too hot, i don't find y'all alarming
I gotta show 'em
Fan base growing
See her ass from the front
From the back Ima blow it
The bomb
Watch me blow up
Nice smile but militant like a soldier
Its over
Flex on these kids today
Spittin but they need a bib today
When I got in ribs she said that she love it, might stay at the crib today
You aint dead, got to live today
Aye