I DONT KNOW

Yo I’m in the booth bout to get these nutty bars and spit like I ain’t got a tooth, I’m knocking it out the ball park like Babe Ruth, truth, and trust the process, shockwaves and make the ground shake like an earthquake, these speakers bangin and breaking pictures off the wall, look in the mirror who’s the best of them all, yall fall down the hill, I’m climbing the ladder bigger and batter, up with a Louisville slugger, i showed out and I’m gone blow out like a clearance sale, can’t find me like a needle in a hay bale, too fresh but you too moldy and stale like a loaf of bread, tall tale and tucked tail and run and dipped out the lime light, I’ll squeeze the lemons when the timings right into your melon, cerebellum make ya dance like yoouu Soulja boy tell’em