Kumbaya (Alternate Version)

Lemme know You bet that I'mma hit like Bettis though Test a GOAT I'll Gun you Open At your Testicles Next to blow If that's a question, I'd say yes and no Best of both Won't cater to fame, my style set in stone Get it, hoe? Guessin' you doesn't 'cause you're too proper All you know about your mother's how to mooch off her This'll probably come off as egotistical but Put me in a box, I'll probably turn that shit to blue waffle God, the dude's awful People look me in the eye and I'm not even there, they wonder what the dude's off of Mostly Jaeger and some Copenhagen go insane to Token bangin' Coke n' Swang n' only makin' two dollar They can't keep up with the way I improve Plan for your career within a month I made every move Dislocated my shoulder and still I played like a soldier I boulder over any person place or thing that I choose Too much fight in the dog so the dog release it on you Still a human that's hiding somewhere beneath all the bruise Put the system in the choke hold and release all the juice I'm diggin' deep for the scoop, sellin' deets to the news Human All these little children wanna copy Do the number number Fibonacci Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G All these little children wanna copy Do the number number Fibonacci Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me 'cause I'mma Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G