Y'all know I was just fucking around in that last track Bout to show y'all how I really rap Yeah, uh Bust out the mic Pull up on site Ready to fight Might take a flight I'm outta sight High as a kite But I don't smoke So take a note I'll make em choke I keep em close Talking bout my homies The rest of y'all phonies None of y'all know me I'm bout to flow So here it go My shit so dope Boy, I'm so cold Y'all need a coat I keep that Roughrider stashed When shit pop off, I'm grabbin that I'm hustlin, I'm on the attack Tryna make that paper stack But I aint selling dope Im making notes On that paper sheet I'm writing down my feelings, please Just try to keep up with the beat I fell asleep With my mind on how to be The greatest in this industry I'm just experimenting, see Nothing on this app is to be taken serious If you thought that, you're delirious My style can switch up like a hoe Just to keep you on your toes So fuck with me And enjoy the ride But listen to the message in each and every rhyme My lyrics may seem weak on the surface But each and every single word has a purpose Maybe just to match the beat Keep you on the edge of your seat Or to flip the script and be Something no one else has seen But that's all for now So I'mma take a bow Peace, y'all, I'm out