MTem - Opening lyrics

This yo boy, Mike. Coming to you from the OC Gonna spit some fire for ya, southside I'm on fire, don't touch me punk you'll get flamed I'm about five seconds away from making me a new name You see I'm white, I'm a pothead and I don't give a f** I might drop a little verse on the corner for just one buck Then go to the store, buy a blunt wrap, get carded I look old enough, b**h are you retarded? Hop in the subie, and drive to the mall Roll a fat blunt give my b**h a call "Hey, what's up? You tryna chill?" No I ain't smoking b**h I'm lookin' for a fill This hard on ain't gonna fix itself, s** it you will Maybe if you're good enough I'll pull out my wallet n' give you a bill Then drop you back off home, your mom is asking Were you with that no good boy who's packing? About 2 bucks and 50 Check your heartbeat girl your mom will know you were with me I'm getting baked, cloud 9 has captured my soul I'm eating these rappers until my mic gets full Definitely spitting, southside f**ing' repping If you ain't here to rap boy, you better get to stepping I'm here to trash talk, this isn't a lesson But I'll teach a motherf**er to sit down and stop messin Cause I'm fame to the game that brought me here to the same f**ing rap game that's more a** than kardashian And the f**ing robber coming to smash your cash again You need to lock up, because the 5.0 coming at ya You're burning more than a frycook, let me get you a spatula Opening rhymebooks and writing through pens and pens While I'm sitting in a studio with my lyrics, send after send I'm trash, I'm poor, I come up from nothing The teachers and non believers would tell me I'm something That's bad, terrible, f**ing unbearable But the lyrics in my hat are making it wearable I'll get up to the heights, I'm destined for I'll be droppin albums in no time, my raps with save your store When you're in for the lines, your rap music you been hoping Get ready for the ride, buckle your seat belt, it's time for my opening