Verse from a kid in Alaska

I want tomorrow and the after

Preaching like a pastor

Wasn't in the bible but I murder every rap sure

See me scheming with things you never would've notice

Cause these jack a line rappers

Take my verses like their vultures

This is our culture that we cultivate

My normal moods a poker face

If life's a real war then you know I always hold the ace

Still looking good baby a ten again

But I'm still pitching to your girl just like mother fucking Tent again

No we do not try to hide it

Hopefully you recognize it

She told me she loves my songs there all great so just be precisive

Not with the drama so my problems are like inner dealings

My names still in your mouth I think you need some newer fillings