My lyrics are go supersonic, maybe a bit cosmic. You say you got artic on your wrists, I’m finna melt that shit. I’m forbidden, in my ex’s house. No more sex now, oh shit. You should’ve known I was coming, girls think I’m stunning, I’ve been young gunning my way through the rap shit, never can catch a break like a bad mitt. If there’s one thing that’s for sure, it’s that you don’t want me to catch you lack in. I’m back again, I’m finna snap again. Ladies rate me as a perfect ten. I’m one of the greatest, none of you rappers could say shit. I can’t believe I made it. You fuckers are just sadist. I’m one of the greatest, the new rap made it easier, so fuckers now don’t even have to fake it. And this shit, should be hated. But, instead some idiots embrace it. This shit crazy. All these idiots affiliates with pickpockets and retards, I made the train, but you missed waiting for the next one, but it’s already departed. I’m cold and warm hearted. This flow is gas, maybe cuz I just farted. The industry is taking names off the billboard, that’s what I call a hit list. Like, that’s another body off the market. I’ve aiming for my haters, and I never miss my target. My boy is Jon is from Charlotte, meaning a wizard is aligned with a hornet. Got your girl and there more white stuff, then the shit you just snorted. I’m one of the greatest, none of you rappers could say shit. I can’t believe I made it. You fuckers are just sadist. I’m one of the greatest, the new rap made it easier, so fuckers now don’t even have to fake it. And this shit, should be hated. But, instead some idiots embrace it. This shit crazy.