I write verses
I throw down speed
Been flown out to three record labels in a week
And rap flow sick, and never slack on these beats
Imma bust out the speakers
The gap in my teeth
Im not Nicki, never claimed to be
Not being yourself just insane to me
Already got fans and have friends to watch me
It’s gon’ take a lot more than some haters to stop me
Stutter
My daddy didn’t raise no punk
Always keep black J’s, size 6 in the trunk
Don’t got a lot of money
Money don’t define me
I’m Inglewood at, so you know wherе to find me
Yes, my heart bеats with the drums and baseline
While size 1 skinny jeans wrap my waistline
I bought socks, but I dream and act still
And I don’t mesh well with delirious set sales
I live everything I say in my verses
I rock a backpack like my momma rock purses
I’m Peter Pan I don’t wanna grow up fast
And when I’m on stage you don’t wanna go up last
What up news, I’m just tryna go viral
The couple ones to the back going in spiral
Yes I’m a beast this is for my beasters
And even in my sleep I’ll be gone by Easter
Yeah, peace out