Kush, Jazz, and Bitches

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

I keep you out my lane never change or switching positions

And I'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went

People always judge me by my appearance not what my life's like

Always prepared to strike just waiting for when the times right

Tryna dance within the lime light these kids wanna be with the shit

Until they knees deep and the next they see's a white light

I ain't going down like that that's guaranteed a fact

And all my bars are dope as if I was actually speaking crack

Only fifteen and going harder than most of the mainstream

You in a day dream if you niggas do not agree with that

Clear a path as I bypass blowing hash out a gas mask

Take me as a joke I bet your soul I'll get the last laugh

Bars dropping like shells from a mac when its on its last mag

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs