Welcome to this lion fest

I am king

My bitch, lioness

Rhyming for a dime or less

Just trynna buy a nest

Dying to eye it

I'm blinded but sure to find success

And cause I love it

Fucking up shit while I fly this quest

Mad steelo, niggas below average

Jazz spits battery acid to see mo' cash

And he goes black in the shadows in the slums where the gravel splits

He's a ninja, you're a simple symp a son of an addict bitch

And I'm the crack man, dope man, take a gram

Not a cracker but a sack of that smack it will make you scramble

Don't take for granted this shit you getting handed

Cause this shit you got to work for is way harder to manage

I spit Manwich brand shit

What? O. You got a man

I won't hold you up, I ain't a kickstand bitch

I got no class, cause I was playing ditch

Walking the halls, told teacher I had the brand shits

I was branded, everyday I planned skip

Entertainment: iPhone apps and a sandwich

Fuck school, wrote in every bathroom on campus

And a piss puddle for the janitor to stand in

Clock set six

I get up pissed cause my moms wouldn't fall for my trick to play sick

She hated my creative, couldn't take my allegations

Rebel to whomever tries to stop me from creating

She made it agitating trynna steer me to that gay shit

Makeshift, skate all day without a break shift

Now I'm dope as a fucking zip of coke

Raps blood clot, whoever listens can get a stroke

Got steez, got bitches

All I'm missing is a rope to lynch every faggot that wishing I end up broke