Dear, Future Self,

(July 7, 2020. Dear future self,) Tiptoe through yo window, and steal yo Nintendo You're a ten though, and I'm an 8. Cause you're not the that I hate Committing a crime and I'm on the run Well, nigga you fake, you do this for fun Getting me a tan right under the sun You packing some heat, but I'm packing a gun Rewinding time like a tape Going out and make my escape Gonna let you slide for this time only, but yo brain really in the shape of a grape These girls, you know they don't care They got a fake ass and they got some fake hair I'm only spitting facts and I'm telling the truth. So sit back, relax, and don't get scared You hating me cause you ain't me If you want beef, go to Wendy's Got more drums then KFC Well now you see on how I be These hoes keep calling my phone Tricking me, talking 'bout "I'm home alone" Keep this up and imma throw you in the frozone In the ozone. Welcome to the bone zone Snowcone