Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face
Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space
Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Imma fix your tits to the tip of this hook i've been mentionin'
Imma take a flight and fly out to the dam
Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man
I gotta little clout
Imma bout to pull out
I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith
Try to stop me imma leave you with stitches
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