As for me, I'm a poet, not a rapper
Yall couldn't hail in comparison to my lyrical stature,
I'll rapture, all you little punks out the game
Aint never gonna succeed, or bring fame to ya name,
Or put a claim on nothin',
Tryna act hard, tho I know you stuntin'
I stay puntin', little ******* like you through the goal post
I'd call ya both *******, but ya like the ***** most
You're pig roast, burned a little crispy
Talking ****, but I bang ya little *****
Come on, can ya keep up with me?
I stay spittin bars better than Kanye and Jeezy
And Weezy too, come at me turn your face black and blue
I'd take a walk into the gay bar, but please, after you