[Verse 1: Frzy]

New shit

Old smell

New sentences

Y'all getting this

No bail

Sick spitter

Mucus

It's eating u up inside

Lupus

God willin'

Jesus

I'll be a millionaire soon

Regis

I'm like So

Seamstress

I got a hit

Dead people's only what I miss

Peep this

Ya boys fresher then will smith

No prince

Yet I hear a symbol

Simple

Huh

Copy that

Bitters

I get paper

To make less writers

Pencil

Number 2

That's u

And what I do

To all u

New school

No friends

The next generation of this rappin

King frzy

I'm gone

I'm in the west with a j

Tell em watch the throne

I'm grown

In my zone

Mature type song

Y'all fucked

The flow hormones

Hold up

Better watch

Rolex

Cause when I get ahead nigga all I need's a neck

Big check

Nike shoe

Now my money make money

It works harder then you

Hungry

No food

I want it so bad

Nigga say it's rude

Give me space

Black hole

U shaped up to be a square that's why u can't roll

This soul don't come with a shoe string

Just made dreams and one ring

This is my

Calling

New whip

Old slaves

So I ride in that all black everything

Genius

Einstein

For this joint

Cause it's a hit

Get u high

FaceTime

IPhone

For the world to see me I had to change my tone

Mj

R. I. P

I killed the game nigga this beat be the eulogy

Usually I be doin'me

My masturbation

Cause frustration

Homie count to 3