Coming with flows sicker than cinnamon Sins but I'm livin' it My sentences is so slick Chicks thinking I'm slippin it Shits getting thick When she pull a quick on my dick But that's whack rap My flows gone jizz over your penmanship Educated for myself, masturbated my brain You don't get it then get out of my lane I brought the rain, now the rain gone cum This lamp city shit is sick Like a big to the splif for seein' some titty shit I ain't new to this crap I'm like a Buddhist when I rap But I'm skinny got that minimal fat My words, splat ya'll tracks master My tracks faster, getting more views To sign, a record deal and go get more shoes I... Don't give a fuck about, or even think about A stylus, my style is wilder to the eye Than a fuckin guy screamin that'He's sexy and he know it' I'm a bitch rockin flannels and some jeans like a poet So it's, fuck a cosign, so what I'm. Lean cause I rhyme Also a white guy somewhere in between 6 feet and 6'5. oh my split it so fly, go die If you ain't on my vocal shit I'm over it Tryna get a tour together Nobody was flowin it Tried to get session going nobody was smoking it Fuck the rap game I run that shit from my basement And make all these mother fuckers Look easy like it's some staples shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
