wats my name

wats my name .wats my mother fuckin name I'm spitting lyrics like flames wen they burn on I'm sitting in the mist with the burner at a young age adults said u needs learn bra I don't like wat u do the crowd don't listen or follow u they rep for me c r I to the p for life I rep the set were ever I maybe whether it's at home or on the street I walk I pace I always dress nice up in the place cause I'm a rapa with a dream bout the click dream bout ripping the mic dream bout it all the time like sipping wine . from a glass of the shelf I'm tryna be myself so I spit verses like I know how syllables is all I know now is it my time now will I just rhyme now beat all wild bitch ow wow lyrical masterminds behind the scenes blowing up on this mic like a true mc the most crazy crisp baby yea it's me