[Verse 1]
Now I'm 18 I feel 25
I see plenty of rookies
You ain't speaking to me
Unless you giving me money or giving me p**y
That's my new resolution
Run circles around rappers
A few revolutions
A problem
They wish that they knew the solution
I'm rolling up doobies and cooling
Y'all should just move with the movement
Running 'em over and flatten 'em out
Man none of us sober
I'm back in your house
If you come any closer, get smacked in your mouth
Get ready to die, the casket is out
Back to the basket, I'm backing 'em down
Sa** is the master, I'm snatching the crown
And I'm stealing the throne, and that's happening now
And feeling my bone, cause I'm ill with the flow
She don't even know what I'm rapping about
Man this is fight night, let me get in my stance
Won't be missing my chance of giving my fans
The sh** they want
Got your b**h in my trance
Yellow-bone on my dick like I pissed in my pants
Bow to the ring, got her kissing my hand
Every syllable, ripping it, damn
Man, this turn up time, turn up time
All the bad b**hes to the turn up line
My flow so hot can't burn up mine
And this weed so loud, bet they heard us fine
Man, I'ma earn her shine
Tell my brother I got 'em
No creampie, I'ma come from the bottom
Loading the clip in the gun and I shot 'em
I k**ed all these rappers, that wasn't a problem
I'll f**ing dissolve 'em
They disintegrate, f**ing piece of the pie
I'm eating the cake
I'ma take your b**h on a sweet dinner date
Have her draining my balls
Then I regenerate
I'ma breathe in your face
That's a third degree burn
Spitting this fire
He certainly earned his turn
To straight up just murder these turds
Verbally with these words that he's learned
You heard that I'm nice
Here's a word of advice
You should leave now if you value your life
Drinking brown, it's on ice
I'ma turn up tonight
And my verses so bright
It could burn out the light
Yeah, you can't mess with my crew
I'm doing this sh** the way veterans do
Flow so hot, you can't step in my shoes
Everything that I do, do it better than you
Ooh, so please let me pursue
The crown is not yours, like Mexican food
We made it like we was a group of inventors
I'm feeling like I'm Thomas Edison, dude
My etiquette's rude, but I'm cool
Got my sh** together, and that's a lot of crap
I'm really not that bad at rapping
So I gotta rap
I'm gonna make it son
So watch your back