THE BOOK
Im high but that won't keep me from jumpin
And I ain't got much but that won't keep me from stuntin
f** a list of demands see I want everything
The world is my playground and I want a bad chick on every swing
Im king of the jungle gym barking up a wall
But they can't get close enough to muzzle him
Screaming f** the government with no intrest in politics
Im tryna be a star you know studied by astrologist
Im on my just dropped outta college sh**
So please forgive my honesty
But when I die I bet you all them real g's gon honor me
Buried in a ice cream shirt fitted some jordan 3's
Cause T-Bruin the rapper is who Terron Johnson was born to be
So when I spit I know they'll feel it
My crew consist of the realest
k**ed the game it was self defense and now im the defendent
In a court room flickin off the judge and the jury
Cause daddy wasn't there mama where the f** was maury
So sorry fam I gotta be a monster if I want respect
A bunch of zeros on my checks and whole lotta commas
f** a lemonade flow n***a I had to mix it up mix it up
Arnold palmer
Cold lines give these n***as brain freeze
On a calibur where yo favoriter rapper can't be
Im tryna trade this breeze card in for a bently
With these rhymes I wrote while smoking weed
And sippin on a on a simply
Lemonade influenced by renegades
So if im hungry homie keep your eyes on your dinner plate
Do it till I die till my flesh and bone disintegrate
These n***as bite I influence and innovate
[Talking]
Welcome to the wild