My childhood... Raised me rough Made sure I stood real tall/ So in my songs I make sure To keep the hood involved/ I'm tryna smash in cars Leave impressions in the hood and all/ These words make me immortal Blast me but I still wouldn't fall/ I'm metamorphic/ Forgive me if I speak metaphoric/ Come on some out of space ish And dj's Keep it in orbit/ Cash and endorsements/ We snatch it split it up like divorces/ Of course it's/ Haters... Ignore em/ Later... they just ain't important/ A ghetto star/ Get applause/ and my repertoires/ Recited by you.... The illest rhymes you've said before/ I'm Neva caught up/ I'll best you and the crew you're part of/ Nothing sweet. Chill a fire starta' suga' water brought up/ Seen?... Speak my name wrong I'll make you an example/ Most these haters speak on somethings they know nothin about/ Yeah you might have a little flame like the tip of a candle/ But when I breathe on the wax the competitions blown out/
I swear , tell your club to stop all hits during cat cafe or any other party and let you prepare for god-mode