[Jay Robins]
Ok n***a, Streets made of gold
This is my home everybody probably thinkin I sold
Come back bold over thinkin the cold
Coming out in 15 degree weather wearin some shorts
Yeah I rocked this instrumental better than lebron in the basketball courts
Real
Homie can you feel the way I feel
Okay I'm back at it again
Come back like I scratch and winned
Everybody see that I am the man
Making the money gettin the honey
Snappin at every b**h that look at me funny
Yeah this is me the real k**a the package deala
So yeah homie you can bet I feel ya
Nobody wanna be my homie unless they wanna be called a brony
Yea I'm rappin solo nobody told me I was realist I didn't need it I'm me
The kid comin causin a catastrofy
Thats probably why I call myself the only rapper better than double H double D Bubble B
Yeah and Mr. Mathers better come and find me
Before I try to stick my pinocio long nose up in riri's P, I'm kidding
Yeah this the land of the D yeah I'm reachin' Kendrick Lamar's Backseat freestyle dream