FifthC on the track!

Yo I been gettin' the fans

I work with my mouth not the hands

Y’all think that I ran but now that I’m dropping be popping them bands (yuh)

I got all the works the boy here been dripping in syrup and merch

I bite off your leg like big lurch

I worship my god in the church (ooh)

Money may have made me richer but I keep on grinding cuz it’s bout my future man

Ice on my wrist and the girls call me cool now all the haters be looking a fool

I don’t stop spitting

I’m shootin' that pool

Boy you be leaning

You look like a tool

Why are you playing

You think that I’m shading

I’m grinding I’m working but everyone’s hatin'

(Speed rap) everybody told me that I couldn’t but I’m pushing to improve it and I’m bout a make a milli off these fools

Yo I been gettin' the fans

I work with my mouth not the hands

Y’all think that I ran but now that I’m dropping be popping them bands (yuh)

I got all the works the boy here been dripping in syrup and merch

I bite off your leg like big lurch

I worship my god in the church (ooh)

Verse 2

Inside and out I'm inverted

I call all these fools in the dirt and

My mind is transparent

Turn on the light

I won't put up a fight

Expose all the good things that make up my life

Yes I believe in the pain and the strife

My mind is so sharp that it cut like a knife

Playing with fire

I spit and I sound like I am a church choir

The money is piling like I’m on throne

Soon you’ll be asking if I give a loan

Yo I been gettin' the fans

I work with my mouth not the hands

Y’all think that I ran but now that I’m dropping be popping them bands (yuh)

I got all the works the boy here been dripping in syrup and merch

I bite off your leg like big lurch

I worship my god in the church (ooh)

I'ma turn these fools inside out like I'm inverted

Call all these fools doubting me outing me out

In the dirt and

My mind is transparent but a rag of a shirt

Turn on the light

I won't put up a fight

Expose all the good things that make up my life

Yes I used to go thru all the pain and the strife

But my mind is so sharp that it cut like a knife

Playing the Fife

Writing a song all along

About all the discourse and remorse that make up my past

And now that I'm out of it rapping at last

I just murdered the game put that flag at half mast