[Intro]

Man that boy can't fight, he don’t want no smoke

C'mon bruh

No smoke, dang

[Pre-Verse]

K-M-Y. S-N-I. C-K

F-O. L-E-Y

[Verse]

Call me the Count of Monte Cristo. Fade me? That's a risk bro

Better if you don’t I cause a panic at the disco

Fry you up like Crisco. Rush in like a Klitschko

All these niggas pussy, they get touched I watch the clits grow

Don't be feeling wishful, get one hit like you Sisqo

All that flexing on me, tables turned, and now I'm rich hoe

Big Fole, get dough, switch flows, this shows

I'm on a different dimension, of wave, far as this goes

I saw more deaths, than war vets at seven

And it ain't finish there, saw stranger things at eleven

Saw a coke dealer get popped, right on his banister

Homie died over a brick like Jaime Lannister

Here's a quick, look at my past, as some laugh

The guns blast; best run fast, no fun lasts

I ain't fit in nowhere, nappy nerd ghetto genius

Dead the meanest. With goals to get arenas

But no-one understands me. Not even my family

They kill the kids dream, by asking me what's my plan B

But my creations, they marvel at like I’m Stan Lee

Tryna kill the thing I hold dear they think I’m Bambi

I'm book smart and street smart, while heat spark

I try to bury my anger down into deep art

An A student, who stayed prudent, while they shooting

Killers around me saying don’t follow what they doing

One second of dealing what's on my mental

Would have you muthafuckas, ready to, blow out ya temple

I'm Melvin, baby boy and to me you phonies Jody

Little niggas could never be me. Bitch it's Foley