Open up ya mind like an autopsy

Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee

Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking

Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding

I’m not not mean with the raps I know

I’m hot boxing when I brag I know

That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke

I ought not boast when I rhyme I know

I know my lyrics all come from the Spirit

I’ll spit a dope verse then freeze when I hear it

Like how did I write that, yo did I bite that?

Nah that's God, ain't another pen near it

Only sleep on my stomach cuz I’ll never back down

And its bars like that why they think I’m class clown

But I told yall Rap Should Be Fun that's facts

This Recess, bell rings I won't come back

Spit like I'm takin a DNA test

Ya team fulla scrubs, like CNA dress

And my favorite duo is me n a check

No Nike I shoot hope you be in a vest

Percy Jackson, Pen be the sword

I hang wit God I Been with the Lord

Man “Right” so sharp I could turn any corner

Prayin Lucy gonna die and we ain't gon mourn her

Write for a livin Ima new school scribe

And the raps be clean like a brand new ride

I'm just tryna make change like ya got 2 fives

And as long as I live I won't let the truth die

Open up ya mind like an autopsy

Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee

Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking

Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding

I’m not not mean with the raps I know

I’m hot box ing when I brag I know

That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke

I ought not boast when I rhyme I know

You know what I hate Mitch

I hate that they border with a fake fence

They forever saying sumn acting fake tense

Brain power turned off acting fake dense

Like, if I talk about the payments

Cocaine stash sittin in the fake vents

Look back at what I wrote and say this here dope

They hate but the hate don’t even make sense

I’m nice cuz of the nicest, and His hold on everything I write why the pen in a vice grip, truth is y’all in a crisis cuz y’all hate what’s in the mirror so much you kinda like it

Man, y’all ain’t never gonna break me too, when the sky crack Pops gon take me too, and I know y’all mess and all wanna project you hate you you want me to hate me too Na...

Alladat done, keep all ya trauma for you dog cuz i ain’t the one..

One last thing, I shoulda been on rap should be fun

Open up ya mind like an autopsy

Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee

Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking

Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding

I’m not not mean with the raps I know

I’m hot box ing when I brag I know

That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke

I ought not boast when I rhyme I know