Shredding on the bones of my enemy
Feeling me
Blowing up my phone
Guess you're hearing me
Look at me
But a nigga stoned, an obscenity
Killing me
But a nigga grown, my identity
F*ck with me
Condescending tone, pending till I'm off the phone
Smoking acetone outta bone, showing y'all who grown
Bitch I'm on a throne, a little over blown
By testosterone
Plus, some silicon, my frontal lobe
Is in the zone
Temporal bone, portal to my floral home
Informal loan, sorted by my chaperone
Corner you a corner stone
Sown in like I'm foreign grown
Master chromosome I'm the bastard in the catacombs
Had a comb, but I'm nappy
So it had to go
Monochrome, like my papi
But he had no flow
Happy I'm no average Joe
Gabby so no talking slow
Slander Adam Sandler take a gander
At the rodeo
Brodie no
You a janitor with soapy soap
Groped by the pope was there candles
When you quote eloped
I'm the goat and I got the handle got
The soapy flow
Hope he know bout the panhandle
Before he go
Making all them pennies
Drinking henny at my wedding
Then we heading to the bed
For some head and it got me dead
Pussy red, almost bled shits a threat
The syndicates defending it
Not a pet but I pet to enter it