Backpack, fuck that, I was always hanging where the thugs at
I was always hanging with the rug rats
Someone come and show me where the drugs at
Someone come and pop on a hot song, meaning my shit
Get and iPhone, take a video
Ill make a last song, get some popcorn
Cause I murder every single instrumental that I get on
And a motherfucker isnt gonna stop this year
Until I make an album like a 2Pacalypse
Until Im killing everybody like an Auschwitz
Until Im revolutionary like a Gandhi
is
Until Im popping all these bottle to accomplishments
Until Im always high and mellow where the comet is
Until whenever somebody is feeling talkative
My name is brought up, doesnt matter what the topic is
Didnt think I rap? Bitch I flow like boom, boom, bah
Bet you come from where you never move that
Look into my room, get a few look at my packs, goddamn
Got weed, got jack, oxys have that
Got jimmy, got slash, got shrooms, got hash
...syndrome ...got mad
Walked on the red carpet like kiss my ass you bitch