Yeah MM weird shit I be fuckin wit vans Cuz I ain't got nothin to prove To the hype beasts Cashing checks you cash rice beads Don't give a fuck If You don't like me Bitches fruity like High-C, Am I the greatest Rapper I might Be Dont Give a single fuck if they don't sign me Why Why why yeah yeah yeah Blue bands like da sky I ain't a flexer but I might Pull Up wit some 2 tone drip how bout how bout dis How Bout How bout Bllllrd Pull up and Im faded Faded Away like cast away, Wilson On tha hoe Pay Up That shit you owe me (Brrrrr) MM I I I I hop in da coupe blow his brain, Hop Hop hop hop in a ghost This tha flame Aye Ain't nobody on the grind like me who got the juice like me imma spit it freestyle on the beat ain't nobody on the shit like me im a bastard can't you see bitch im the bees knees they got my shit on repeat I ain't in a box no mime imma take my time to spit every bar every line. That's why my lines are devine. Y'all got one catchy line. I gotta a fire verse. If we both shoot who's gonna die fist. spit real fast like a tiger speed faster than a flick of a lighter ay yuh Gucci on them laces Going through them phases Reflecting All my pain while Im writing it on these pages Uh huh Same-me bigger stages Same-thing Flippin pages into the next chapter ballin like the Toronto Raptors and New money phases comma's and racks look at the bitch gotta phat ass like my pockets like my bags Lou-is and guc-ci same proda new me ha ha s