[Verse]

I'm 'bout to not cap, I'm speakin' all facts

I must cause they ready to kill me but not fast

They tell me to drop that, the songs in the vault

I'm not ready to drop that, I'm tough and you not that

Why you in the paint if you don't want the contact?

Boy put on your contacts, you can't see my vision

You trippin', I'm wishin' you well

You slittin' your wrist, put the stitch in the cell to regenerate

Slippin', I wish you could tell

I'm grippin' the stick and it send you to hell, you my enemy

Switch it, I'm hittin' the bell

You listened it hit now you get why you fell to the remedies

Wishin' for hits in your cell

You itchin' for nic just a hit, I can tell by your sentences

You spend too much of your time doing stuff that you hate

It isn't too late to decide

That your mission on earth is to make every bit of life great

Ignore all the hate on the side

Cause that isn't important, I'm sportin' a suit and a cape

Put dabs in the vape, I can fly

Now I'm soarin' like Horton, but who really scorin' importance outside of your brain up inside

Now the hate gets inside, it's digging deeper

You on the gas you a tweaker

I just had sex, it was real nice to meet her

Her name was Daphne, screamin' like jeepers

She said that she like how I'm doing that

That ho' is a dog, yeah she gave me top for a Scooby snack

Pushin and movin', that rippin' her clothes til they raggy

Like Scooby, do not think I'm true to that

Coochie or booty or body or face

I'll be shootin' my loot on that thotty like mace

I'm assuming you knew I was not gonna stay

In your room cause I move, I'm up off of your space

And its true get a clue ill be hoppin' the gate

I'ma shoot tell me whom is gon' talk to my face

I'll do shrooms and then soon ill be rockin' with greats

I know soon ill be doomed put that Glock to my face

And it boom to the tune of the songs that I make

I make room for the shrooms its a lot that I take

And I do spit for too long do not need a break

Okay, maybe I do

I resume to the tunes i am not gonna fake

I include any dude who is not gonna break

And will prove that he do have the thoughts that it take

To assume how we move we put knots in the safe

I been pushin' the pack, I been moving a lot of it

Whats in the bag? I need proof and a lot of it

Pushin' it back, like the date of a concert in

Spite of my rap and my age, I'ma slaughter it

I'm getting cash for the features, I'm hoppin' in

Offer a little bit i need a lotta bit

Compensate me for all my work accordingly

Mad cause I'm under 16. they reporting me

Oops, I'm too young but you spittin' it horribly

Poor, but you blame me cause I'm the minority

War with authority move forth orderly

Or we could force you to conform formally

Your disease formin' abnormally

Warning: reportedly many and more of these

Stories of poor little quarries are steady arising

I'm worried this will never end, uh