Yo
Who thinks I can't rap
Rant laps
They hear steak
And they want a beer made
Tell me I can't rap
Or I can't make songs
So I stopped
That's what you thought
You listening to steak laughing
But you really just kissed my ass
Sitting in my seat and my
Banks getting a little fatter
By the hour
The coins taste sour
So I sat her
Down
And I gave them some game
I said don't you ever disrespect my name
But I will be the greatest rapper
Not like other others
Not die like
Easy E got H-I-V
Tupac got two shots
In the head like
Red and dead laying dead in his bed
Biggie got fat from being overfed
Then got shot with a
Bright red bullet of led
What about me
Will I fall flat like flat Stanley
Get herpies and die
From the birds and the bees
My dream is to live
Until twenty one twelve
Then heaven to get money or gult
But that's for Noah of the future
When I'm wrinkly like a rooster
Looking back sad to when I had hair like moose fur
So never doubt Noah