Motherfucker I have been at it

Ain't the same motherfucker from your math class

Posted in the back scribbling shit like a damn spastic

I was mad, smelling like a fucking pack in an OF (Odd Future) jacket

Locked in now I'm a cash addict, no crack rock

Hella rounds is what I blast in 'em, no backshots

How much is NIKKO racking up?

They wonder, oh they wanting to know

I'm not a person I'm a name

Vessel without a soul

Put serotonin in your brain, make it drip out slow

So now you think that we are friends but

I'm alone on an island like Gilligan waiting or moment to kill again

Shawty skin color of cinnamon

Between you and death I'm the middle man

No not a joke like I'm serious

And at this point like a pyramid, I'm at the top reigning tyranny

Want them to know I deliberately will not divide any dividends out my bag fucker

Damn right, get back

I pull the knife out first I got quick hands

You're damn right I don't front

I don't pretend

I'm not a human I'm an audio track compressed to Mp3

Exported WAV

Upload it and I got their AirPods blasting my messege that is so

C-L-E- AR-15 years old when I was dodging doce (12) ducking 5-0

Eyes closed in the V swerving every pothole

Tonsils was fucking cursed for me to make it god knows