Yo, I’m sick of all my bad behavior
Ill grab an alligator
I wrote a million raps but those are all crumpled pieces of piled paper
Next to a pile of now and laters
I’m as loud as neighbors, who are havin’ a party
I will pass your house in an RV
Throw C4 on the wall and blast your ass in a heartbeat
Then ran outside dashin’, laughin, and grabbin’ the car keys
Then drove down the street, lashin’ flashin’ and passin’ an arby’s
Eminem and Hopsin, when they quit, im the remains
Im drivin insane, in my raps I don’t know how many rhymes it contains
I don’t care if any of fuckin guys say my name
But if it’s in a bad way, then you better believe that you’ll be divin’ in pain
I’m strivin’ to gain, all of the confidence possible
To get a ski mask, and then start robbin the hospitals
I be lobbing the popsicles while I’m stopping the possible
Theres no way im gonna flop cause theres no floppin the logical