Master in the Making

master in the makin

you niggas know that im cakin

im workin hard while you niggas on vacation

you salivatin lookin at me murderously

with those eyes of pure hate

if you would just accept the fate that this

rookies gonna take u to school and use you as bait

they bust yo ass so hard u go to japan or kuwait

im gonna miss the pity party

im gonna be fashionably late

you stay your lane cuz we dont merge

take a dive in your bitches pussy

big splurge

so now im gonna spit these bars with a big blast and burn you

like a fire under your ass and the mark gonna last like a show

about a cat chasin a bird sufferin suckotash

im backed up with a bunch of gas

no wonder my toilets clogged and my breath smells like ass

cuz i talk alot of shit

but its all getting backed up

im hustlin like im cracked up

you finna get slapped up if you step up

to me cuz its a new day bitch

the day where the student passes the teacher

im cagin up bitches like my name is peta

fuck a tyga im runnin at this bitch at the speed of cheeta

this game aint no game there are no codes to be a cheata

you warm hearted like yo chest is pressed againts my heater

im cold hearted like a bitch took my heart threw it took antarctica

had a penguin swallow it and throw it up

guess the men the suits dont like me

cuz what i spit is real and i dont need to sugarcoat it or say it nicely