if I pop off I'm really gone spazz other rappers these niggas be trash like what you gone do wit a bag imma flip it and I'm making it last all these haters they stuck in the past they mad cause I'm 14 and they really got passed they mad cause they I'm 14 with cash and that I stay in my bag in my bag no books there is no such thing as halfway crooks this talent no looks not fishing but I'm throwing some hooks no chess but I'm playing my rooks nba balling like im Jimmy cook up down left right I'm soaring don't know where to look niggas just stay in the books haters can't rap like me can't dress like me so how they gone say it ain't mine I'm independent don't need to get signed do what u want just stay in yo line niggas be snakes watching the signs around my neck like a couple of vines got his in his chest just a couple of times and that bell rung just a couple of chimes wrote this song just a couple of rhymes straight to the bank like im paying a fine straight to the face like he taking what mine his blood pouring like we drinking some wine they say he missed well he ain't one of mine nigha kept talking got hit in his spine clutching my nine while I pray to a shrine pray to lord my opps keep dying