KiddCriz made this

Paint a thousand pictures I'ma go and fuck around, go from rags to riches

Go ahead and bake your cake, got a lot of wishes I don't roll like that, don't you know I'm

sacrilegious

Damn delicious

Don't you know I'm the man, it's your grave that pissed in

Don't you know I'm hungover, it's your bed I rest in

Just finished my set, get the pump, get that flex in

Bitch, who you impressin'

The **** at the office or the men behind the fences

We talkin' bout the gates or the bars, clear your sentence

I know you double-sided like the motherfuckin' lenses

When you're only type, we ain't unky **** with M-benzes

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, bitch

I'm from the east side, rollin' with the west side

Fuckin' with my eyesight, solar eclipse, far cry

Seein' good, don't cry

Reference from K-West, standing out from the rest

Watch the way you fuckin' dress, I fight with the chorus

Drag you to the fuckin' forest, from the body, Logan Paul

Cause he know I want it all, overdose with fentanyl

Not me, but that **** called, told me he wasn't gonna make it

And then he went and fall, break the law, I don't fuck with that

I'ma build my triple rack, you know my girl ass is fat

You know I'm a living brat, but you know this ain't no trap

I got nine lives, but I ain't no fuckin' cat

Unless if I'm drivin' both lanes in my Cadillac

I know you cap a lot, let me see you run a lap

But, if you don't, I'ma go in my store

Grab a gun and show you my strat

Or I'm just gonna come over holding the strap

Don't you lack, if I feel alone

You know I'm a fap or a rap, give me both

You know I can't handle lows, zero

Bitch, you know I'm a motherfuckin' pharaoh

Christmas carol, I'm a real dog

Big **** jeans, you know I ain't got no fuckin' fiends

Yeah, that's my freestyle

You know I produce the shit

KiddCriz made this