Yeah, ayy, I was always ready though Joe Pesci with the flow, gettin' dome Home alone with your ex, probably givin' chromosomes I'm just gettin' what I came for Yeah, I'm gone, but I came more Never home, that's the gang Boy, I was waitin' in the wings, yeah I've been patient and it's banged, yeah Now I'm clapped up with the flow, oh I'm just takin' that gang, yeah They be hatin' on the kid, yeah Makin' statements, yeah, they sing, yeah But they never hit a C-note I just see notes with they name, damn Why the *** I go crazy, yeah Your girlfriend wanna date me, yeah Doin' 80 in Mercedes, yeah They all dick-blind now, seen people back then Was tryna play me, yeah *** is y'all really sayin' to me? Life's a game and I'm playin' for keeps They pop ***, but I'm prayin' we meet, yeah Cause they talk a lot of *** I don't see like that Man, I don't even think that he like that How come he don't ever come at me like that, sis? Like, 03, I rap In the West Street where the heat got clapped At my crib and they beets like that Like, Mom, I'll be right back, tryna be like Jack Tryna be like Hov, tryna be like Em, tryna be like both Got two blonde twins, so to me, that's Ozen Gotta ease back off it Before I bring that coffin I don't blink that often Got fire in my eyes, got ash in my jeans Gettin' higher than the sky Mariah in the ride, I'll retire when I die, yeah You put a sub on the internet I'm ***in' bitch to the internet What's right, gettin' too intimate I think I'm probably too into it I think I'm actually crazy This *** is not just a gimmick, kid I do not know what a limit is I go Picasso on every sketch No ID gave me advice What's the intention? You gettin' attention, or is you takin' your time? But I do the race when I rhyme I don't see a stop sign, can I stop fyin'? I'm a cock-dime, yeah They don't really want smoke They'll probably choke, tell them, stop lyin', yeah I'm a Fever, no, I'm Cesar, no, a C-4 When I blow, you gon' see four Shadows in here, a sheen, dawg I'm a beamer, you a hoopty Drop my old bitch, she a groupie Still ten toes, two feet Down like a roofie Got a round for a goofy Outta town, I feel loopy I don't sleep, I chase two dreams Mine and the home team No, the home team, you a cheerleader Bitch, I'm a career eater I don't even really care either In the rap game now And I still can't find a peer If we measured by a fare meter I've been ***in' all these hoes That fronted, they got amnesia now But I don't need a like I need more the Selena type I'm just tryin' pull up in a Fer That get petered tight Word, flow disgusting I'm sick of the drinkin' Roll with Tussin' With lead and red soda cups And probably put a hole in stomach You already know who runnin' Rappers, I've been cobra clutchin' I never crack Shoutout to Lamar But I don't owe them nothin' I never left, dawg I'm lefty, so at 27 If I see the front of heaven Tell him that I rep, dawg From the east to the west coast Anyone who want could get mo' They know who the code is Bitch, I wrote this in a death note, yeah I'm lefty, so at 27