B-Day

I came here to rap, you know i don't play I'll cut you off, you know what they say Bad and Boujee, with an AK She beat me up, i forgot her b-day I'm doin all this, so don't even bother I'll f*ck on yo bitch, like I'm the father Woah, now. We taking it slow But like a candle, she came her to blow I got on the chain, i keep it real tight You talk all that shit, but you don't wanna fight Who got a disease, who got corona This ain't a joke, it's just a persona Calling me out, like this is a game You can't keep this up, oh what a shame You looking at a mothafucking puppeteer You know what, you don't get to come up here Here's some news Since 18, i was doin this whole YouTube shit to get some views You must think i don't think straight Well, i guess you'll have to wait Cuz you don't even know what any of this means And even if you do, your a little too late But you can't even do it, you blew it, get through it You already knew it But even if you chew it You couldn't really sue it Or sew it You know it So blow it Cuz I'm not ever gonna grow it But although it Could really sound really awesome I'm starting here starting from the bottom I am not blind, we are not dating We are just friends, i am just saying I'm just too lazy to even go insane I only feel relaxed when I'm on a plane I don't believe in feelings, i can only feel pain But hell, who the hell am i to complain You don't wanna mess with my man Jerry Springer Cuz that mothafuckas always giving me the finger And even if you tried, you couldn't be a singer Cuz nothing you could do could give me a ringer You'd think this rap high quality Get off the property You won the lottery You owe me an apology It's the only prodegy Cuz you know that you can't roast me properly Giving me some feedback You don't really need that Life is like a story, and i ain't gonna read dat Got a little black jack Hanging on my backpack I'll be over there having Vietnam flashbacks