[Intro]
*coughing* Go
[Verse 1]
I tend to mind my business, when I'm minding my business
Oh the faggots they senseless, leave them on they benches
n*ggas talk in Benzes, killer talk in ends, it's
Foreign names on my frame, casting shade through my lenses
This n*gga on some other sh*t, fronting like he son the b*tch
Took him to the back for a snack and got him stuttering
Ain't no need for wondering, b*tch, while you were slumbering
Cakes was in the kitchin just cheffin up some more better sh*t
Save them weak subliminals for when you get your menustral
b*tch like me, I'm fin' to shoe and sh*t all on your lyrical, ahh...
(Hol' up hol' up hol' up) But these n*ggas don't hear me though
The sh*t I spit is like a motherf*cking miracle
I'm f*cking laughing at these lil' n*ggas
Sitting pretty straight, relaxing on these lil' n*ggas
Designer wear just for maxing on these lil' n*ggas
Who really hate I put the clap into these lil' n*ggas
[Interlude]
"I'm one of the top upcoming children (legendary). You have legendary children and upcoming legendary children (aight)."
[Verse 2]
This sh*t I do in the booth is unbelievable
Tryna do it like me - unachievable
On my grind and these fags try to do it to
That's why the spot where I perch is unreachable