Untitled (Part 1)

Motherfuckas in the streets think they knowin me/

Think they some homies but really I'm doin my own self rollin up doobies/

That's the good weed but really it ain't start with me/

You see I've got a family who grew up back in the old day's/

Back when music was real & so were gangsters/

But now what do we got?/

Fake rappin teenagers who think they gang bangers?/

They more like circle jerk bitch I'm here to go to work on they asses/

Damn the world's fucked up 15 year olds up in AA classes/

Drama plastered up all over the walls/

Rumors is the only thing you hear walking down the halls/

Cause they got their own flaws they can't stand to have/

That's why I'm here 'oh wait another white rapper' bitch kiss my ass/

I'm the hardest badass y'all are in my rap cemetery/

Walking through graves of killed rappers it's kinda scary, haha/