When you feel the chrome piece to ya dome piece
There won't be peace. Follow me
Burn bread wit me
Hot pastries
No bakery
Are you feelin' me?
Cus this industry
Is k**in' me
But not lyrically
17, writtin' 16's
For big dreams and big scenes and big screens
I'm too hot. No sunscreen
What that mean?
I gets lean
In between
I'm winnin':Charlie Sheen
We turn up
We blaze up
We smoked out
That weed pa**
We pa** out
That's what I'm about
Droppin' bars. f** a prison
Change rap. That's my mission
Chicago. Ima f**in' rebel
No n***a is on my level
Cus we creepin'
To the weekend
On the season
f** leakin'
We bakin' no misplacin'
The money that we earned
I flow so cold, now get burned
The latest and greatest
You hate this hiatus
I know this
And notice
This so crisp
I'll show blood
You crip walk
So don't talk
Let the lyrics speak
Let the keepers keep
And let the speakers bang
Let my chain hang
I don't pistol whip
But I gotta grip
I don't play cards
But I stack chips
Fitness flow, gainin' muscle
No street corner
But I do hustle
Nice dude
But I will hurt you
I don't sing
But I will Drake you
I don't cook
But I will roast you
No gla**
But I will break you
n***a