Verse:

Listen to my random thoughts it’s crazy you can ride along

Funky with the microphone, Malawi is what I’m reppin though

Black, Red and Green with a style so supreme

Everybody finna holla you can tell them what it mean

From the skin to the blood to the green I’m smoking up

Everybody with a dollar finna say I’m blowing up

I’ve been living on cloud 9 spitting these nice rhymes

Find me on the block still bumping to 5’9’’

Trying to make a dollar you can buy this for .99

Cents on the dollar, we could change no Obama

I could flex on your momma I done fathered you rap kids

Coming from the block you done bumping my rap shit

They don’t know my name I’ve been making them classics

You slept on thе underground? My shit fly over

Chillin on the trap I’d bе Hayze Engolah

Diverse on the mic I can take you out: Ebola

I’ve seen them on the Twitter talk tell them we can get along

Isco and Mandela fuck the beef we can eat it all

Find me in the booth with the tracks we can kill em all

I know you got your feelings but fuck that division bro

We stronger as an army and Malawi we can lift em up

I rhyme like a schzo always down to get dough

Find me on the block 47 still spit hard, Yeah! Still spit hard