Riddle Me This lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, peace

[Verse 1]
[?] I wasn't asking for sh*t, but you have me begging your pardon
You just a regular artist baby I'm better than all 'em
Nobody kicking it harder rocking traditional garment
I've been repping the hardest I got impeccable honor
Just like Tekken at full effect and I'm wrecking 'em all c'mon
I could heckle a hog and tell 'em hakuna matata
f*ck with a veteran dog, you a poodle a toddler
I'm a student, a part of the movement
A shooter autonomous
I'm true and I'm true to my school
And I grew to be ominous
I'm cool and the only problem that's truly a part of me put it behind me
I'm sorry I truly offer apologies

[Pre Chorus]
Shoes on in the house get fussed out
Gold all in my mouth get cussed out
All you fake rappers sit the f*ck down
Yeah I'm calling y'all out boy what now

[Chorus]
Get crunk turn it off get [?] now
Get drunk burn it up get throwed out
Get robbed get stole for your own sound
f*ck flow, wanna know what your soul 'bout
[Verse 2]
I was born in the South but globally fast
I'm breaking a sweat you throw in the towels, you know what I'm 'bout
I think you know what it is I been taking a risk
Since Jordan Lake where I fish and nature's taking a p*ss
Since shaking a wrist and breaking up brick
And breaking up bread and breaking the mold and baking the grits And baking the dough and taking them orders
Kneading the dough, but I ain't never need delivery tips

[Pre Chorus]
I said boy I might really need a day job
Man I hope this rap sh*t really pay off
Ain't no other skills in my resume, y'all
We could be amigos, but I got to take off

[Chorus]
Get crunk turn it off get [?] now
Get drunk burn it up get throwed out
Get robbed get stole for your own sound
f*ck flow, wanna know what your soul 'bout

[Verse 2]
Ay riddle me this, how many times you think that I thought that I would finna be rich
The benefit is I ain't never been a gimmick n' sh*t
I could always take it back to my simile sh*t
I'm like two fifteens in the front seat
Like Bruce Lee's soul meets [?]
I like putting my all into one take
Like putting gold all in my front teeth
[Pre Chorus]
Shoes on in the house get fussed out
Gold all in my mouth get cussed out
All you fake rappers sit the f*ck down
Yeah I'm calling y'all out boy what now

[Chorus]
Get crunk turn it off get [?] now
Get drunk burn it up get throwed out
Get robbed get stole for your own sound
f*ck flow, wanna know what your soul 'bout