im bout to knock it out the park bitch call me babe ruth no lie im the motha fuckin truth tell me who really wanna step up in this booth im tying wack rappers up by they motha fuckin shoes run them pockets bitch yea give me the loot i dont hoop but im on point when i shoot shots fired and im aiming at ya crew tell me again man what you finna do you aint bout it like im bout it turn it up and lets get rowdy you say you got that loud but i swear my shit is the loudest when i step onto that stage you know the whole room gon be crowded make that bank off of this music on these tracks man i be wildin i be that tatted white boy every label wanna sign why they sleepin on me man tell em open up they eyes it aint even hard to see every song i makes a vibe and they wonder why im up next yea i got em upset i just live my life every day i be like fuck death stay away from lames and i focus on that success always on the grind no time for sleep im screaming fuck rest i keep my haters mad yea i know they blood boiling shittin on these rappers i dont even need a toilet grown ass man but you stay on that boy shit i be that shark in the water and you looking like a coi fish always tryna play but i aint the one to toy with you aint nothing but a kid gon play with ya toys bitch you a fake but you claim that you real that type of shit will get you popped like a pill you think i wont just know that i will its gonna be a closed casket better start writing your will