I hold my pants up high,
and my hand to the sky.
Because I am that guy.
I'm sorta fire and light.
Play with her pussy like slime.
She'll give me blowies at times.
Then she'll catch me with it,
my right hand in the sky.
Because I'm crazy on shit,
A beat is nothing to me.
My lyrics come from intelligence,
Killed a fag down the street.
After I sent him a fleet.
Cause he's a faggot with it,
He should have his wrists slit.
And then I'm filleting him.
I'm off a dab and I'm flyin.
Not rappin iron,
Rap diamonds.
I'm not crazy,
I'm baked, baked, I'm baked i'm fuckin flyin.
I'm a 15 year old, pursuing music and rhymin.
I'm not here to fight, I'm just here to have a good time.
