I can always think of words when I write a rap
All you bitches talking wild I know that's a cap
Blowing up I will never have enough of that
I am never ever clueless cause I got a map
I'm a hitter red j's with some glitter
Chill at home but on the mic I'm a spitter
Eating breakfast like I'm rj mittah
I'll turn your ass from an artist to quitta
I write so much I'm surpassing my quota
I'm chit chatting with the devil on my shoulder
I can't move rocks but I'm always moving boulder
I'm always chilling that's why it always gets cold uh
I'm old-school yeah I'm pre madonna
What the fuck up?
I am not a dot, I'm a comma
Cause I always keep running my mouth
I never stop doing shit yeah I'm always cashing out
I can always think of bitches when I look at you
Can you stop your fucking lies
I can see them through
Why the fuck you hating on me
I don't have a clue
Why the fuck you hating on me
Well I hate you too
I can see you dead
Red is in my eyes
Yeah I bled but to you
That's just some fucking lies
Stop twisting stories
Bitch grow up
Leave me alone
I'm just tryna get my dough up
Imma be successful
Yeah I'll call it now
Yeah I'm switching sounds
You still milking like a cow
Get some new ideas
Stop stealing others
You tryna feed the trends
I'm tryna feed my brothers
The old shit is new shit
Don't bring that up
I'm tryna drown my sorrows
Filling up my cup
It's to the brim
I'm at a maximum capacity
I've come a long way with music
Stop your audacity