[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 eat