It’s Friday man, all of them adults done understand, I walk around the school like i own this land,temper bout to snap like a rubber band my raps are like a fire and the crowd is like a fan, man. I’m rising hirer, I’m quickly spreading. All the foes I gotta battle are secretly dreading, the day that i crush their fame, my name is black belt and I’m the king of this game. Foes from all round try and battle me up, I rap and it’s like their confidence pours out like a cup. Music producers hit me up, they ask me for a collab and all I say is yup. A mill, a mill, a mill made from one track there I go hanging up a platinum plaque. I’m out.