back of the class

had my eyes on some ass

or my forehead im desk, i just had to get rest

got no hairs on my chest, still the man like i'm meth,

maaaaan don een run the shit back, idgaf if the skip track, the track skip, i skip and do a back flip on the track just to get active, then tell you what the math is, 

supernatural passion

like you couldn't imagine,

sometimes i'm guns a blastin,

sometimes i keep it passive,

i'm really like the water im just doing what comes natural,

i'm really from the cotter, i'm influenced by the glassman,

don't needa look no further if you looking for the gas, 

but i rarely ever pass it,

this shit ain't for the masses,

it's for my brother/cousin ****. for my daughter's daddy,

this hotter than them summers with the leather in the caddy

tougher than taffy,

i'm floating like uravity & deeper than a cavity,

i'm deeper than the beeper in that box up in your attic,

the reefer got me coughing up esophagus, an addict

i came to kill my brother on the track feel like i'm radditz,

when i walk in the building every ceiling getting shattered,

like a mallet to your mother fucking grille

my will is made of steel,

still?? i was born ill,

the clapping after i rap, compared to porn reels,

straight outta the corn field,

running these tracks till we get visibly sore heels