wat you think wat you think rapping just dream who really would of thought it be my thing rody piper stepping in the ring reaching for starz wit a hit that is clean single so tight that they calling this heem goals for my music nigga im putting on the team and everything she wanted buy my momma everything this rapp shit mainy my circle my selection ill slide for my family no question but why switch up and now u you fake flexin remember sega Genesis and how we played Tekken we cut from the same cloth and so i recon i admit sometimes im kinda smirkish but all i ever was the booth cause I deserve it lyrical child barz never stolen words on plaque i want to see um golden forty years of age cletha wat is spoken Mexican Japan man and boi dont proke him one mic one stage thats ill ever need spit so sic i make your bleed just the other day feel alseep had a dream rocking the mic singing shorty on me i wonder how feels in front fans doing my thang bout to the banga dance wit the whole team fresh fly fitted groupies looking at me curtains call it cleats i felt the pain broken heart but wont admit deafet one mic one stage thats ill ever need spit so sic i make your bleed