They be sayin' "best rapper alive", who?
Kells, who you wanna know?
I chop them motherfuckers down
They fallin' like Geronimo
Haters wanna holler though
Hoes need to stop it
I will hit a bitch and pass her
'round the room like a Bop It
Back to the topic, uhh I think forgot it
Fuck it, i love talking 'bout my dick and
How these riders jock it
Fuck him, fuck him, she's cool, fuck you
And if someone got a hater I'mma
Show 'em what to do
Make sure you puttin four fingers down
Keep one up say if you ain't talkin bout
No money please shut up
Me, I'm on the come up
I don't know what you bout
One million, two million
Let me know how you count
Yeah, nominated youngin' of the year
I "red rover
Red rover bring the money over here"
Steer, make sure I remain in my lane
But that's symbolic cause I'm
Really on a plane and I red rover
That's ironic because I don't play no games
I don't pass the rock like Jay
I ain't fuckin' with you dames
Only like what gets me paid
I ain't fuckin with you lames already pale
Where's the raise? I ain't
Fuckin with the shame i want the limelight
And the lime slice in my drink
Chain and whip without the slave
And the bitch that stays paid
At the bar buying shots
Cherry bombs and grenades
Cause I go hard, you can carve it on my grave
Now wassup man I crave
Travel side, first block, where you stay?
All my people back at Shaker and
My partners down the way
Uptown to the Heights, St Clair to EC
An anywhere on the eastside you're
Liable to see me
Boy I'm about to make a milli
But this not the C3
This 100 Words and Running
I am not Lil Weezy
I am daddy to these hoes, fuck a lil pee pee
So if it's you, or me
Your girl make a choice, easy
Uh, I'm spittin like I got my braces in
So much saliva my lower lip that
I can't take it in so I gotta hawk it up
Spit it on the microphone
Family say I need rehab cause I
Can't leave the mic alone
And for that I'm guilty
But until they kill me
I'll be nasty in the sense that
On this record I'll be filthy
Not literally, I'm bacteria free
The flow is ill so
Vaccinations given couldn't kill my skill
"Chill, chill" how you gon tell
Me to chill doe?
When I'm hot and being slept on like a pillow
Better wake yo ass up when
I'm on these instrumentals
I'm the reason half of these
Rappers wives turn into widows
The type of shit I been on
No toilet to sit on
Need my quarterback even though I'm
Sittin in the endzone
Filling all my rillos with the
Leaves off a willow
And that's how I get down -
Straight up like a dildo, gone

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