Sailing

riding through the town it's the hidden leaf it's my village niggas balling like they at a scrimmage balling like this is my chance of existence when I get older my bars will be vintage you go one inch I take it the whole distance step into thing its gonna be demolition shit he's harder than a head on collision sicker than patient on the third floor's condition the way the words entertain so smooth like magician wouldn't call myself a Mathematician get some bitches call that working on addition but they clothes subtract hey hold up tho your clothes you better not unpack them grew up wanting to rap like 2 pac now I grew up got my style and I spit on the tracks like a Mac my brother told me never lack went from eating scraps to full course meals people saying who is that probably another nigga rich for nothing nah when I get on the track it's like a volcano erupting sculpting the picture with a mixture flow and words you should have overheard believe me your gonna eat it up desserts some of the attention of you rappers is undeserved your actions don't align with your words thugs on the track but real life you some nerds you wanna get more noticed for your fashion than your raps acting like the people who worry about thigh gaps you can watch old nick but you still ain't all that man you just really need to fall back