Rain

I do what I want ,I do what I want, I do what I want ,whenever

and if you got a problem , and you pull up knocking

then it’s solved

knock yo ass out

yui mayweather

gloves on me like I Mc Gregor

underground fuck the industry ima rebel

call me yui makaveli

In the land of the beast

I’m living in the underbelly

And I own this bitch like my name tatted right above her kitty

bitch don’t tell me bout machine gun Kelly

he probably got fucked by diddy

don’t tell me bout shit unless it’s a check you bring me

Cooking up in the Stu with the beans busy bee

it’s appaulin I got the bees knees serve cds to these feens

in the vill I get busy im the fuckin real deal

still feel no Ill will need a fuckin chill pill with me

beating beats up

stills is a real thrill my own bars

I still steal leave tracks deceased like killbill

them little pills get to me literally I need a refill

of the skrip to be still

in other words I got the clip it’s concealed

my wig already split but yo shit can get pealed for being jittery and not sitting still

copping plea deals wanna figure out how these hollow tips filll

No sympathy for the enemy that’s the inner me

I’m listening to my inner g he keep the inner peace

leave you limp like an amputee chedda bob how we bring ya to ya knees

no diddy yo bitty be bobbing me for cheese astonished I acknowledged how it be

she gave me knowledge I left her house less that’s cold zero degrees

I’m going back to college online just to get my degrees on disability

for wrist injury hopefully the surgery gimme perky please

they claim I can’t return from leave but I can flip the bird with ease

I’m lazy greedy and lust got a hold of me

I love to bust ,imagine if I had a gun ,no game they gotta keep that pole from me .

I’m wrathful and proud and admit I do envy

how these whack niggas on SoundCloud got more clout than me

when it comes to beats I have gluttony

slaughtering the track like Jeffrey Dahmer masked up like Jason vorhees for

more trauma ain’t playin just saying I eat the kitty like a Haitian if she Latina and thick ima eat her hot taco

I be smoking broccoli til my eyes squinted like Asian but I ain’t racist

word to Chong tho smog of pot smoke fills the studio delete the past otherwise it’s gon b the same rich in spirit some say I got a memory bank fuck your two cents I don’t need your spare change what you call truth is really just some false claims