WACK

Told them to fly with me People who ride with me We gonna run the key People don’t ride on me People who hate on me Love you like Beverly Went there and prayed for it Gotta be God in me They told me I’m trapper But I’m not even a rapper I went like 4 thousand in miles like for ever I got that connection for 24/7 You choose to sit down or go up and get it Uh yeah Never did what they told me They told me stop making my music and beats Stop dreaming big and try to succeed Stop being different and hide it indeed That’s what I hear and I don’t accede Maybe I gotta just simply secede From all that that what me to die and concede Uh yeah 17 and I’m back My beats smack like gun with a total attack Your people and culture is totally wack I work on the future don’t work for rack My people are conscious we back on the track Maybe I did like some sins in the back But I never ran for the things that you lack Money oh Power no Take my flow Dollars 4 Gotta go Not my row Take that low You too slow Told them to fly with me People who ride with me We gonna run the key People don’t ride on me People who hate on me Love you like Beverly Went there and prayed for it Gotta be God in me They told me I’m trapper But I’m not even a rapper I went like 4 thousand in miles like for ever I got that connection for 24/7 You choose to sit down or go up and get it Yeah yeah you gotta go get it I just work and I’m flipping it I ride a bus and I’m flipping it Your parents they bought you a car in a lease and you not even able to pay for your gas (lame, dog) I’m flipping so good I always throw up when I see your look Your parents they couldn’t teach you to cook You couldn’t help yourself to open a book bro Yeah and ain’t no judge I'm just comparing some stuff to myself I trying and boosting to do it myself