Verse 1: Talk a lot but they ain't fresh,
Bangers hot, lyric mesh
On the net surfing tube
Cashin check like I'm Cube
Flow got me going fast, fifty buck off the cash
Girl ask me to smash, I tell her I ain't pump out trash
Whip whip, tell me I got the drip drip
Right from the top of your lip I hear nothing but diss diss
Chorus: All my records can't be hits
Hide my face right through the slits
Can't write music, I throw fits
Snow surrounds me, I need the mitts
Cold chills down my spine
Doesn't say I'm out of line
Wish I could see the signs
My life has turned into a shrine.
Verse 2: Self-conscious such a mess
Bell rings can't do the test
Negatives start to infest, think I'm worse than the rest
Pain spreading to my chest
Got me wanting more zest
Drop the beat, take a seat
Feel the heat it's my last week.
Verse 3: I take these nibbas out to war, shooting me down in a four
They always bathe in the power, think they stronger by the hour
Got me locked in that tower, bars soft as a flower
Break them off bit by bit, nibbas never take the hit
Bow to the king and the crown, can try to cling it's over now
Been doing this forever it feels like, they watch me thinking what's my next strike,
Chop 'em in pieces to the core, show them the way out there's the door
Living large money stacking up, swag in the bag molly pouring in the cup.
