Ay yo, what's poppin' my nigga, what up, I'm back again Cookin' up a stomach for days that we havin' hurricanes Soon as I drop, I'ma blow up just like an air grenade This ain't no ninety-five, it's my whole night and day Fiends all laughin' at me, they got me so indigita The awkward moment where remix don't have original Your empty pockets, my nigga, is what I'm pissin' on I aim to kill, and my target is in the woods Creep stressin' on me, it's so many problem that you got In this music mystery, turn this dude into a rap musee Slavoline, I drop right now, I'm creatin' mystery So I'm 100E, killin' with it Some 100E's, 100E's remix Human body, stop wonderin' Say what you wanna, but I got it I'm tryna make it on my rap, I won't stop until I know my name Bullet patience, give me patience, every time, I know where it's at Don't even know where the words stay, man, I better focus And I know this, the music is more than just a game So if I lose, I'd rather die, cause it gon' be so hard for me when it's over And they say that we ain't done, ***, we still don't need anymore Game on, question, kill the original Took the original and gave it little taste Felt it from my feet to my mother***in' waist Didn't like the kick, so I let it go to waste Now we drop that remix and we turnin' up the place Took the original and gave it little taste Felt it from my feet to my mother***in' waist Didn't like the kick, so I let it go to waste Now we drop that remix and we turnin' up the place God see me shinin', brighter than a diamond Hotter in the winter, give a *** about the time, man Chuck Taylor's on my toes, *** his killin' arm Show how a nigga stay grindin' The original, the remix, movin' with a faster pace Stayin' in your mouth, I'm smokin' weed that's got a aftertaste Mobile in the booth, no takin' vacationaries Rolled a single track just to make these haters stationary Call it a fluke when this *** ban your daughter Guess your stupid ass got dumber when they pray for you with water A kid without no morals or a story to write Only turning 21, so my story is life Dreams to get it like an adult, makin' 40 a night Drive around in daddy whips with the sportiest pipes, you see And that's the end of it, till I write another one On another remix, they should make another one Took the original and gave it little taste Felt it from my feet to my mother***in' waist Didn't like the kick, so I let it go to waste Now we drop that remix and we turnin' up the place Took the original and gave it little taste Felt it from my feet to my mother***in' waist Didn't like the kick, so I let it go to waste Now we drop that remix and we turnin' up the place I'm really askin' like a different person Is you likin' what you're hearin'? I will use your dazzlin' I'm comin' with the ***in' 2D for nextin' I got so many lines, they come out when I am taxin' So many punches, I might need a lot of patches Feelin' fantastic, got so many classes That they gon' pass it, gotta have an accent Drinkin' from the bottle like break a ***in' glass Chord continuity, forward mobilizin' Free delivery is here and we on the risin' Grew up in the gutter, no grass cut Wouldn't be surprised if they stabbed you with a glass cup Then dumped you in the bushes Funny how our wealth is determined by our mixtape pushes So now we gotta eat, rappers bringin' singers back Listen to the hook again and tell me what you think of that Took the original and gave it little taste Felt it from my feet to my mother***in' waist Didn't like the kick, so I let it go to waste Now we drop that remix and we turnin' up the place Took the original and gave it little taste Felt it from my feet to my mother***in' waist Didn't like the kick, so I let it go to waste Now we drop that remix and we turnin' up the place