The EmSEE (Going to be recorded)

Sitting back writing with a joint in my hands

Girls be tipping up on my dick but they don't understand

That I'm trying to keep it up inside of my pants

Where my other J lies right next to my lance

 

Cause I get a little freaky when I enter my element

I'm ontop of the rap game, these albums I'm sellin em

And if I get any hotter you can call me a felon then

Put me back in prison cause these people I'm tellin em

 

You can do whatever you want but you ain't stoppin me

The mother fuckin number one reason is cause I'm the EmSEE

And I can't stop getting paid I try to do this shit for free

People go into a rage cause they know my shit is never cheap

 

uh, so I crush kush on the couch

rap still alive cause its coming out my mouth

I just spit fire verses cause its hot up in my mind

Feeling like I'm flying I ain't even tryin to rhyme

 

I ain't wasting time trying to trip up on the mic

I play insane games you don't even wanna fight

Keep ya mind intertwined with the weed like every night

Im only 16 but fuck it, "High Class" for life