[Intro]

Put a bullet in his mouth, call him Brace face

Skirt in the Rari, a Benz, race-race

Keep on talking, you just hate-hate

Been making music since I was eight

Eating her pussy, it tastes like some cake

Been making money, nigga, you late

[Verse 1]

Niggas are sleep and they fake that they woke

They washing your mind with the TV, they show

There's a reason why tour vibration is low

You ain't chasing a bag, you worry about hoes

I killed this beat, I did it again

I remember I was ten, running 'round the Penn

Looking for a pen, trying write some rhymes

Those were the times, looking for a dime

I Remember Zay coming over his spit

I thought it was fire, started to try it

Started to like it, now in 2021 Yeah, I'm spittin' some fire

Ima pass it bro, lemme off the mic

Say goodnight, say goodbye

I feel like I'm Kai