Im smoking lemon popperz and mega z

Guess thats the perks of being super dope

If ricky sucked maybe you could cope

But i am never losing hope

You rappers stink

You need to use some soap

I got a gun i dont use it tho

Unless bitches being unusual

And you know bitches like to do the most

Why all you rappers wanna shoot at folks?

That shit stupid bro

Remember they thought i was using coke

Cuz i was losing weight man you bitches can't even fathom a man whose devoted

Cuz you couldn't do it

But i do that shit over and over

I been getting doh like im homеr

If im growing odor yo shit mediocre

You and yo team pushing dirt likе a dozer

Im Built Like Pressure

Big League Problems

But im still Kosher

Bars Loaded Properly

Ball Like Pippen

When i shoot my shot they like

(its a floater)

I feel just like ice but im colder

And fuck ICE

And whoever controls em

Im spitting gas

Man this shit is petroleum

I treat my dollars like they Texas i hold em

I treat these rappers like my laundry i fold em

You can't keep up

And you can't meet the quota

Dont quote me bitch

Because i never wrote a

Line than you relate with

You ain't making noise

You just talking loud

I smell like weed

When i walk around

They would put me in a straight jacket

If they could hear my thoughts aloud

Is there no more real thoughts around?

Bro why all your music exactly the same

As what their songs about

We can fight about it

Or talk it out

You some bitch rappers

Bro your thong is out

If you ain't fuck with me way back then

Then dont try to call me now

I call you a bitch cuz i call it how i see

Only thing you can call me is proud

Talk shit and end up on the ground

Staring at the clouds

With a broken jaw

Tryna run your mouth

I run around

Like literally run circles round

These rappers

Let me dumb it down

Like doordash bitch im at ya house

My spider senses tingle

When theres cash around

I wake up

Smoke half a pound

For this weed i grow

Bitch i am renowned

I make bitches wanna pull they panties down

You scaring the hoes

Like danny brown

Its getting stressful

You need to pop a xanny now

Bitch i dont need pills

To command a crowd

I demand that you let all my

Homies out

Like free all my dogs

Let em roam around

When it comes to rap shit

Im the golden child

Like some bad food bitch

You can't hold it down

They like sticky got drip

Like a soda fountain

Bitch you at your peak

I could move a mountain

Get a clue

Do you see all these blues im counting

I do the shit you can't do

While you be pouting

You ain't saying nothing

Bro you just shoutin

Hit you so many times

You think you surrounded

Are you astounded

At how i rap

And how im sounding

Im tryna tell yall

I should be crowned king

I really made it out of public housing

And i still think that i need counseling

But i probably won't ever get it

Cuz i just keep counting these digits

So i can tell my family we did it

I carry my team proudly

And you hating bitches give me motivation

So Please doubt me