Nanny on the beat
Desi Duck back homie
Sometimes I feel like I'm strangers to my own
I don't want to be seen in this world of show off
I don't want anyone to touch me
I don't understand when I don't feel like touching them
I'm a die as a G
I can be a lot of things It depends what you want me to be
I give choice to strangers Either I can be a homeless *
Or a cold motherfucker that you know
This penmanship that doesn't need praise I'll
make the opponent feel like there's no cure
If not today,
then tomorrow I'll be the most illest on the mic
Then I don't need a crown It's not a basic thing,
it's a deadly painting
If I had an open mouth, I'd get a good beating
You wanna be a rapper?
Reply that you don't have a flow like me
Punchlines are weak and your phone is written on the beat
If you make a sound,
I'll come and wash it You rap in girls and act cool,
motherfucker
These are * like bars,
you're a show off,
lose your voice
My rap is forbidden like Codex Gigas I say it out loud,
I believe in Jesus
Garlic's my violin,
nobody can beat us Let's compete,
what wasn't born,
be fierce
I got a tattoo on my hand, where is it?
I learned it without taking help
They say I'm a bad kid,
I'm a high-life crib nigga,
tell me where's good
I got a tattoo on my hand, where is it?
I learned it without taking help
They say I'm a bad kid,
I'm a high-life crib nigga,
tell me where's good
I'm standing on the mic,
I'm a one-man show I'll blow the fight with one hand,
touchdown
If I had to,
I'd shut down your gang I'd be nice,
that's what I regret
She'd see my disdain, she'd come and talk to you
She'd give you a kiss,
you got it, I got it too
Same,
just the version was different,
she'd change it
Ambury with a brain combo on my neck Only fans can make me happy
A soldier of the nation with a gun in his hand,
his soul is like a horse's ass
I have to go to the moon with such thoughts
My friends were such assholes,
they told me to * off
They'd give me a cleavage and beat me up,
yes,
I'd be a comment on Fareed
Who'd give a lecture from his house,
and cry from the inside
I did a fact straight spit,
I brought a first aid kit for rap
There's fire in the pen,
that's why the bars are lit
You can call me a savage,
I don't give a *,
I'm 101
I'm a proof of my writing,
recruit me,
call me cool,
I'm a liar
He's so cute,
absolutely rude,
so * you,
I'll jump off the roof
I got a tattoo on my hand,
I'm a cheater,
I learned without a LPA
The same guys back me up,
I'mma holla at your crib,
nigga,
tell me what's good
I got a tattoo on my hand,
I'm a cheater,
I learned without a LPA
The same guys back me up,
I'mma holla at your crib,
nigga,
tell me what's good