Motor mouth
Hot headed youngin with bad thoughts
I'm that off
Stepping across me ah be yo' last draw
I blast off
Not looking back cuz I'm pushing past y'all
The mask off
Want you to see me, no point in that dawg
Take yo cap off, we street fighting y'all is cap-com
This loss here ah stick with you, telling sit to a bad dog
Fifty feet? Homie I'm that tall when the pen attached
Listen back I'm ending yo' episode off like that's all
And i'm on ten, been like this since I hit the age
I been a vet, give me my pedigree don't give pen a grade
I'm still insane
Thinking that shorty here was gon' ever change
I should have never came
When I dipped out, man I left the rage
I levitated
Forever hated by them hitters that's in second place
They step they gon' see heavens gates
They try to flee, bro up the thing and hit em in his back, he look like Kevin gates
Nose bleeds I'm tearing it up, I'm in eleven state
Forever great
Known for my hands, don't make me demonstrate
I'm happy with this bread like a fat kid with a dinner plate
No hope, gave shorty the real and she still with the fake
The pen create letters and mail, have them attend ya wake
And still I'm played