Mamba

I rip the fuck out a mic Like I'm Kob with a head band 8 plus 24 Nothin' more Nothin' less than I'm gorgeous like my flow And everything is imported Could heat a cup of joe And strip your hoe to her corset And I ain't even flashy Get at me I'm 'prolly rapping with a few friends 'Bout to sign your first And that shit is worth a few spins 'Bout to sign my first And that shit is worth a few M's Leaving in a hurst Just her and a few friends Hip-hop on a track I do bitches the meanest One is scratching my back While one examines my penis Then she gave it a bath Coco pussy the cleanest And you can spot me on the map With all them California dreamers The kid is so fresh pressed, Stanley the steamer Guess this what she meant When she said make me a believer Guess this what she meant When she said manifest your destiny Searching for a god When three letters are the recipe J-K-Z cooks so effortlessly Your top five incredulously Doubting on themself Not a god but no one else Got my spawn and mental health Not to mention mental wealth Bitch I'm the dawn I don't need help This that 2020 new age No this a new wave Do what I want Do what your boo say I'm Kanye's Lupe I got a voice so Cole Nas the prophet I'm the Bible I'ma finish number one Only Pac is my rival