This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this
You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault
Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short
Put the words in front of my face and tell me how to relay it,
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay
I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse
I got a question for ya, little somethin to say
Lame artists rapping i got em running like a relay
Rhyme words in a furnace like a freezer can't ice this
And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches
Real nigga, that's just how i'm built
This guy's a choke artist
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