The flow is as hot as the Moroccan desert You know that I let it, like a math-lit
Student solving for X, you niggas don't get it at all
I'm cut from a different cloth, the fabric is unique and silicone
The album made me a couple of dollars though, put the money in a different slot
Tick tock, running outta time on this clock Combination up on this lock, 7-911s when this
Hit drops Please drop, requested by my fans on
TikTok If you're higher than me, here's a slingshot
Put my brain, and love, and heart on hip-hop Wasting my time, tryna copy my rhyme
All you do is fake, lie nigga, don't cross my line
You carry fake nines and you replicate crime Thinking you in your prime, sugar-coating white lines