[Intro] Oh yeah Yo Mr. Gone, where you at son? Yeah
[Verse 1: Kevin Flum] Yeah, listen, uh Yeah I'm going in like a button hoe Coming at em with that new shit you on something old I'm probably with my bros, shades on eyes low I haven't slept in two days cause my mind's on go Listen, imma meet you rappers at the finish line I talk a lot of shit because I know that I can finish mine And I see you mad, so I ask you what you're mad for You tell me every time you hit the stage the crowd's mad bored I can't blame em, my rhymes you can't tame em They're like lions off the leash, hungry and full of anger I, got a lot of reasons to believe I got next up And fuck you if you disagree I say it with my chest up Middle of the state, Colombia I rep that Coming with consistency I'll stretch it to the next track Onto the next track, and the one after that I'm pissing in your milk and probably shitting on your Apple Jacks God I'm asking Kevin Why you gotta be so rude? I'll show up to your door in 20 minutes like the pizza dude When I'm in the city, got the crowd going all caps After the show I'm getting head like a ballcap Bitch, I don't ever lie, what's the point of it? Spitting all this dope shit, you could roll a joint of it And maybe if you concentrate you could take a dab or two I'm not the type to leave you hanging even if I had the nudes Meals for myself and my friends too Maybe get a Beamer and a Benz too I'm way ahead of myself And when I die, please put my gold head on a shelf Listen, this here is divine intervention You wide eyed and hype vibing cause I'm impressive And I don't mean to brag but guys, I've got lessons For anybody who skipped class and got reckless These silly sluts they wanna talk shit, they wanna start with the heat Make a scene and now she all in the street Now she claiming that she gave me head, acting like a baby Well, hey I guess you are what you eatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
