[Verse]

Got a True sweatshirt, just like Earl

When it comes to rapping, I'm the best you haven’t heard

Got a question, something I forgot to mention

Flow and rhyme schemes, they from a new dimension

The Product of a Boring Summer

I just got six digits of your girl's number

Let me say, there's a reason I ain’t get the seventh

'Fore I get into that, just let me pose a question

Why you wanna rock with me now?

Why you never pick me up, when I'm on the ground

Why you never pick The Kid up? Man down

But when I'm up and popping, all you do is hang around (damn)

When it comes to rapping, you are under me (what)

I ain't even know that you are on the scene (no)

If you disagree, you can come to me (damn)

Make a diss, boy, that's fun to see (damn)

I just made a hit, I don't ever miss (damn)

Zero to 100, just like really quick (damn)

And you know my bars, they be so sick

So sick, they should be a candidate for Make-a-Wish (damn)

Fakes around me, they carbon copies (damn)

On my Eminem shit, Kamikaze (damn)

Ask me why I'm laughing hard, I clap you hard

Finna run up in the game while I’m rapping hard (damn)

You ain’t ever had a hard life

'Til you’re back in Venezuela, trapping day and all night (damn)

You ain't ever had a hard life

'Til your home's so bad, you ain’t been since five (damn)

You ain't ever had a hard life

'Til you're up in Venezuela, getting pennies to survive

You ain't ever had a hard life

You ain't ever had a hard life (damn)