n****** barelyon like flip flops n****** trying to show off this ain't tick tock b**** I wore my heart on my sleeve like a wrist watch b**** I take control of the fan when she get hot go put that shit down you ain't stopping shit first I had them hot now I got them sick I could see that hate my whole life lit took some white gold in a iced it if I got it on its over 200 on my drip man is Criss Cross it ain't cross Chris step up in his field you going to get blitz I'll throw on all black call me Will Smith you wanted me God that's a real gift better watch what you say that's some real s*** well I came from n****** do real hits even if you ain't got feelings you going to feel this