Call me kamikazee you know i'll blow up before I die
Hustlin i'm chasin all this guap i gotta get it I
Keep that paper all up in the corner of my f*ckin eye
Stay so shaded by these shady homies they all sow me lies
So why, would you tell me I ain't fly
Got the whole world on my back, and I ain't even gotta try
Yea
sh*t comes with ease ya see, easibly beatin these
Mcs just freeze to beats, leave em to see defeat
I been up on the fast track to cash stacks
I'm make it inna minute, blast past these cats yea
Woah I'm lookin fly
I keep it fully exotic
Im on it, bluebonic chronic, I bought it
Woah
My outfit fit nicely
Slick kicks worth precicely
More than you can afford
Exploring stores like tom ford
Yo b*tch she choosin
She wanna be like me
She wanna be the coolest
You see we boolin'
You know i'm kiddin b*tch so who you foolin
You ain't the one you just for fun you see me cruisin'
Through the fish in the sea
They say theres plenty so i
Fish through so many to see
I keep that net out best
Keep yo b*tch in that nest now
Call me kamikazee you know i'll blow up before I die
Hustlin i'm chasin all this guap i gotta get it I
Keep that paper all up in the corner of my f*ckin eye
Stay so shaded by these shady homies they all sow me lies
So why, would you tell me I ain't fly
Got the whole world on my back, and I ain't even gotta try
Yea
Ch check me out I got the whole world on my back
Ch check me out i run this sh*t no i don't slack
I been on it, i been honestly
All on these b*tches, tellin me i gotta slow down
I gotta flip me the switch it's time to take it down a notch
But i don't listen, I'm spittin sh*t out tha kitchen
The realest guerrila just rippin the lyrics so hear it spear into ya spirit
Goin bananas my career b*tch
I run the jungle make you fear it
Jumanji yes i be all up in the game
You wan see how i just deliver the pain
Wit a quick wit, I just bring on the reign
I just spit this, and leave marks on your brain
You can't forget i how i just set the bar up
Like im liftin weights
I'm trainin up against the fight
I do this sh*t for days
Functioning, hoverin
Light years above these other motherf*ckers
Call me kamikazee you know i'll blow up before I die
Hustlin i'm chasin all this guap i gotta get it I
Keep that paper all up in the corner of my f*ckin eye
Stay so shaded by these shady homies they all sow me lies
So why, would you tell me I ain't fly
Got the whole world on my back, and I ain't even gotta try
Yea