Stanza by stanza we build a good rap.
Yo, let's get it...
I'm runnin' to quick ya can't catch up,
I fuck but pretend that I need backup,
Ya talking to my girl, Ima talk to your wife,
Bruh if you mess with me you and your n*ggas fucked for life.
I'm rich flexing hundreds dollars on ya car,
Bitch you walked in the coup, with a cheap cigar,
My mama told me not to talk to strangers
But when I go to the office, I work it like the Scranton Strangler.
The kneel to me, bow to me, say that I'm there king,
Just wait for a second imma end up on The West Wing,
I'd knock you the ground, but you'd fly all the way to Beijing,
But when I'd go there I'd find you drunk on the floor pissing.
There's all these doubters and haters,
But the real folks know these kids ain't creators,
The words flow on my tounge like candy,
I burned you so hard, I think you might need brandy.