You were born yesterday son.

My boy wanna rap battle ? Ion even know you but you my boy for listening to that last track Thank you very much But hear me out, hear me out My flow gotta couple glocks, blades, granades Dont ever try to send no shots my way I gotta mean beam with a lot of shit to say And i know yo ass wasnt born yesterday Lemme speak, i aint tryna bash, ima tell you one time so that means this the last Aint no competition in this situation my brains too fast Ya better pay off your tuition at last Cus my flow is a killa you wont grasp it I read your comment it was classic Nothing extra, you went straight to your point now heres the sad shit Dont you try to keep up, change up ya fashion My flow is murdering the track up, and thats the bad shit Pointing it towards you, as i roll the sack up Never go back, the movement should be forward Never gone slack, in the sky im zoomin like a bird You dont gotta trust me, ill take my own word I could try my hardest on you but that aint the plan I be going the farthest just to show them i can I aint rich but one day i might have my own brand