Weird Start

I can't rap but I'll still trap

I came out mixed, white and black

I'll make your bitch run to the store

Where the black girls get their weave at

You come up on my place sure your things strapped

He strapped, I'm strapped, bustin' me, I'm bustin' back

They napped and slept on me, man, I hate that

You about to make a nigga clap back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Fuck these fake hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I ain't got no fam I just got my bros

My best friend will shoot you like some free throws

They disregard me, I guess they all got egos

I'll perform for my hometown

But i definitely won't slow down

Once this cash start to flow

I'll make everything I own glow

These niggas weak

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Call me shawn michaels cause i'll hit em with that elbow

I'll make music no sweet chin

I make songs about shit for attention

but if i get noticed I'll try to win

High off life? My nigga not even like steven

This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

So next time I come, I'll bring you one

You thought I played with real guns

I only chop people down with the Call of Duty ones

I'm rapping so I can make these funds

I've been struggling with it, Cause the funds aren't terrific

When you hear my shit you look at your friends

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit