Exhibit F
Hail up Spooky
Yo, don't get it twisted cause I MC
Air Force Ones and a hardware tee
Snapback, no backpack and trust me
When I say I'm so F to the T
Came to the game through the back door
True say dem man dere was hiding the key
Now I just sit back, laugh
Watch all these debris float on top of the sea
MCs running around with flows
I gave 'em back in double-O-three
But it's OK, but it's all good
Cause I got a new one that ain't free
Girls get wet when they see me stunt
I'm stunting hard like Mr T
Man wanna know where the runaway flows come from
I told 'em 'let me be'
Don't get it twisted cause I'm online
I'll slap man's wig with a rusty nine
Mind all over the doormat
Postman Pat, they're thinking 'what's inside?'
You ain't a badboy
All of the real badboys told me you run and hide
Where's your heart? Where's your pride?
I don't wanna hear that talk 'bout Tride
Out there chasing girls ain't sh**
Ain't gonna save you when it's riding time
Get into beef, you little chief
And the only phone you ring is mine?
Ain't got a clue, well then, you
Get off the strip, get a 9 to 5
Show me the best MC in the room
One 16 wind him straight to the side