Im one of the nastiest you've ever seen up in game
Son Scotty im coming through
You already know I spit that flame
716 Is where im coming from bury ya area code
Hear me and they be like damn that n***a f**in cold
But they cannot tell my roll
Play me in poker and ya hands will fold
Get the girl soaking wet
She piping hot
Just like a dinner roll
They lookin at me like im new
My n***a I ben hurr
You see my chariot
It carries the logs
I call it timburr
And im still young
So I just learned ember
But I been a flamethrower
Protect yo eyes from the cinder
A phone fire like tinder
I'll burn ya books no kindle
If this was the sea
I'd be a shark and you play the mino
I just might slide in the game and just get up in the middle
And when I do im a still be murdering instrumentals
This is wyatt erp with two triple barrel gold pistols
This is ceaser milan with an all powerful dog whistle
All this was real before I came down from heaven
Add those three together and that all equals seven
The dog whistle is one
The guns are six
Put those three together just to show you who im f**in with
716 is the area code
I bring them flakes with me n***a like wherever I go
And
When I said them flakes im talkin bout all of the snow
Cause words can get flipped into ones thats not ya own
Have em thinking that im running up inside ya homes
I would never do that
Cause im home anyways
You can catch me chilling in the attic like anyday
Man
Anyways
This sh** happens everyday
I can't let em know I rap anymore
Like anyways
They views of me are misconstrued like anyways
So me adding that fact just k**s all the rest
How far can you get without receiving the pitch
For all of the tricks
With no treats
The rope that won't reach
They tied you down and took ya trees
Took ya tounge
And k**ed ya god
Now you're the supreme facade
Stop with the hues
Please we are not colors
The only way to advance is by looking out for each other
Lend ya brother a f**ing helping hand
When he sees his sister see you see him with his hand in the sand
What is the matter with man
I wonder if this was the plan all along
And if it was
My question is where did we come from
And how did we get here
I mean under this sun
In America we pretty much live and die by the gun
Hoping for funds
So we can go and have fun
Put those gla**es back on
You know the color of rose
So you can continue to live your life
I mean the one that we chose
Wanting the gold
But just got the ambition of a runner up
And got the nerve to cuse
And blame it on the next man
And if not them they blame it all on uncle sam
Trying to get the pity party on and poppin
And those really last as long as celeb wedding bands
And weddings are a sham just another way for the state own ya a**
But it's ok you can still sober up
Just dont forget about the family that raised you up
When you get out in this world and start making them big bucks
It's young