[Hook: CRYM]

Stick your nose in that baggie and take a smell of the purple

BSG on my back just like the shell of a turtle

Speak your piece and keep the L in a circle

White Urkel no Jaleel ya'll hella commercial for real

[Verse 1: CRYM]

95, transcribe freestyles from my ultrasounds

Finally made good with all the old hoes that I'm over now

Entire congregation bidding on my foreskin

I'm that important, I make it rain like Mortons

In the city of fresh frozen Francophones

Brought the shoulder pads for my girl to put her ankles on

Ambition higher than the tops of them buildings

I'll make you ditch your supplier like a Botwin I'm pitching

That smell of milk when expired on an impossible mission

To be the spliff in the fire and still survive the ignition

We was unstoppable children, only be better adults

Serving chumps in punchlines like the head of a cult

I chuck the deuce but I'm a hypocrite 'cause really I'm belligerent

A lyricist who's bitter with the distribution riches get

Carribean cruise, leaving bruises on a rental pedal

I think about some shit and can't help but get sentimental

Front and center soldier, now explain your empty holster

(Burp) I must have lost it after like seven molsons

The squad go straight for jewelry the young Chicagoan

Is foolishly penning eulogies out to cause a mutiny

Stupid green stacks, envious cats is reflections

Flexing, and I ain't even hit the gym in about a second

An apprentice with a template, hardly started from the benthic

Candy ass bars, you are no Eminem, prick

Get off my erect dick, and check the dialectic

Epinephrine off the charts start something I'mma end it

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[Verse 2: CRYM]

My girl gorgeous, arrangement from the florist

Hooked her with a verse and had her singing like the chorus

Too short to get shorted hop your ass in that Taurus

Title taker at a tender age of seventeen like Boris Becker

Mustache like a Mexican in third grade

Burn jays, murk Jakes with the wordplay

Keep the multitool on me for the worst case

Fornicate on first dates, she take the pole, survey

I love life, living the furthest thing from a thug's life

You look like you just got mugged twice, one mic

Dr. Miller didn't really ball out but his son might

This a perfect example of something wrong that's done just right

Hoes is snakes, I keep em in the barn like hoes and rakes

Your screensaver probably J. Cole blowing Drake

Catch me out in copenahgen faded with a poker face

Pondering this bountiful fortune that I'm supposed to make

Play the ukelele with my tongue, lick a blunt

Chill with all the silly stuff I isn't finished killin em

The music moving through me I'm a vessel

Crushing competition like a mortar and a pestle

Level after level getting better than I ever was in prior times

Between my ears sits an inspired mind, getcha own

And while you're at it cop my album on the internet

This what I like to call verbal acetaminophen

The proceeds ain't even for me, homies

CR for the children but the mentality Bodie

You know about me you don't know me

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