Yeah
too french for the americans
And too american for the frenchies
Got the pro tools on deck
A mixtape where I'm gone flex
Bulletproof vest for all these haters
Trader by day vocal wizard by night
My rhymes tight like screw is
I send text as I do it
Keeping tabs on the few fit
Whatever the mood is
I use my tools as I see fit
Paintbrush in hand like bowser junior
I aim kush in the future but really never
There's always tomorrow till there ain't
So paint away till the ear falls
On some Gogh shit like I tied my vans
But i don't wear vans I scare fans
With shit ass marketing on my bare hands
I commit murder with mad weaponry
Hannibal shit as I cannibal kids
The terror that waits in the night
But ain't scared of no cig
Eyes extra drowsy as I flare another lit
Fumbling for the lighter as I carefully commit
(fumbling for the lighter as I carefully commit)
Shout outs Saito with the extra generosity
Shout outs to Iz for keeping it real kid
No matter what the deal is - You feel me?
Fuck a hook i can write 'em easy
Take a second look I'm creeping up Luigi
On some jojo bizzaro type shit when i type it
You might like it but if u don't too bad
I'm going for seconds like Miggy two bags
Ever since eleven I been tripping out about death
Listen to my mom or dad calm me down
While I'm scared shitless thinking bout the end
I can't fake it till i make it neither can I pretend
All I know is always been tryna figure out what it meant to live a life like a legend kid
Wondering if its even legit - this heaven shit
Don't think its valid and I'm not the next no malice
But I'm tryna make my best life till I rest like
Were wonderful creatures with our capabilities
Tryna calibrate A.I. but I wasn't bout the practice
Made fly but i reside in the streets like a pigeon
Fitting rhymes on my phone but back in 2012
I was scribbling the mission is no shit
Set my goals and commit