I said young critic boy
I go hard like Floyd(*****)
Hunnids I stack when im grown
Black Netflix I own
White ***** want a loan
Suck on my dick for a phone
Told me you home alone
Ass that jiggle like Kong
I take a hit a of my Bong
Nigga don't like Wong
Bryson told me he been
Writing his wrongs
I trap my soul out in my songs
Google my lyrics
And all of em wrong
I keep on fighting Demons
U heard em at night
They move on me
Shawty been telling I got a flight
Smoking on critical cheese
Higher than I would believenah
They tryna rap like meyah
Mixing for i Master my piec3
You know my sauce is the key
You tryna jack
What a nigga done made
Most nights I don't sleep
Talk to the mic I weep
My insecurities
The hunnie that just won't
Leave
I see the danger geez
I want a wagon of g
The beamer I'll cop when I see
Five 'o hates on me
Ain't even up I achieve
I want the black eye peas