computers remix not finished

technology's gettin crazy on all these computers

i dont do any type of drugs, so I'm not a user

i don't even drink, I'm not an alcohol consumer

i wanna make it big and be rich, and not be a loser

 

lots of people at the bottom they aint goin nowhere

from poplar bluff, I'm so cold, so its finna snow there

i was born there, i grew up there, so you know my bros there

birds eye view, ontop the building and your in my crosshair

 

you already know that i don't lose, no boy i stay win-ingggg

ima drop my fake friends but i bet they gonna miss mehhhh

i stay in trouble , i run from the cops but they can't get mehhhh

ima rob your house and be like santa in the chimneyyy

i fly past on the road, i hit the gas like I'm rickyyy

ima dodge you on some matrics shit if you gon try to hit mehhhh

you can't fuck with me bitch cause I'm just to crispyyyy

 

what are all you kids frontin for?

drop the fake shit, if not then theres the fuckin door

i may not be big yet, you haven't heard ah me before

murda m

im explosive in every way like a terrorist wrapped in C4