hello verse

I put the juicy juice inside the jello

I put the gun to their mouth I raise the roof

I feel like Kim Jung Un I raise the nukes

I need rolls on the wrist rolls on the road

Im on a roll like glaze

With the kinda taste that leaves'em with a sour face

bitch I aint a human being Im from outer space

Neurological toxins and adrenaline kick in

impossible mission making musical medicine

The truth is clever spit, eloquent

The proof is evident I suppose I did it

The root ti evil bury me alive in dead presidents not loam

Im evil like resident my niggas might just break in ya home