(ayy) big boy going in, I don't really like to sin ring me up cimbin up to the ladder of success i guess I mad a mess less pay ur gay u can't stay pull up on my homie owami he said he got some fresh salami ur a phony, Don't phone me chill take a chill pill, i think i might spill my anger in to u , cant u see that im a younster das a legend. (verse 2) fast Can't u see ur the on causing my pain damaging my brain give me migraines my rhymes are so fresh like toothpaste (yeah) (verse 3) my day in the game,my rhymes so fresh im not the one to blame its the same thing when i win rap battles, (Focusing) most rappers aren't real yeah mumble rappers just steal, The lyrics of other Artists, of witch thay work the hardest to write, honestly its a fright, tryin to fight for the right of ur lyrics, des niggas just gimmicks,even my grandma can make a better ryhme at the same time skweezin my bones out with a hug, rapper be cappin nowadays (yeah) all they be rappin about is money,gunz and drugs (why) I don't like especially with my sensative ears yeah one more thing im a 12 yr old (haha)