chorus : (ya'll dont hear me though ) 8x
1 verse : on the corner posted chilling,
goons selling marijuana making millions,
im just a kid who wanna spit like a llama,
fill my bank with 3 commas, money long ass anacondas,
spit hotter than a sauna, ice colder than a tundra,
get a spaceship and fly higher than a condominium ,
redo the past and travel back millenniums, in the 10am ,
im killing em, and this is just the minimum,
im way above your average spitter, I better fly cause you guys just a caterpillar ,
torturing my competition imma savage killer, confident that i'll never meet a rapper iller,
uh,
im positive my competitions little too none, I kill them for fun ,
and plus my pitties little or none, I'm hot as the sun,
and all these kids really my sons, I'm ill as they come ,
you think its done but its really begun,
i say it like
chorus : (ya'll dont hear me though ) 8x
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