I would’ve rose With the booger but he let the honor Of loser Talk his writing shit Like he a ruler Hunger games I’m The feeder Never gonna be a deceiver You gonna know ima rise forever Your four mixtapes Can’t touch the honor of gods daily Hail Mary These fuckers so lame They all fake snakes With fur But never can they be the him or her You can sit in jays table I don’t sell my soul for no gift This is the shit I be born with How you think I got this lit Out the cloud I blew to the heavens On my knees kept praying to teach The world that you will forever mislead I’d your mixtapes were that hard The world would’ve never called me In It’s lord victory Cold summer gives you a fucking Mystery Shaking in your boots You just lost to the puss in boots This faghot can also leave you a missing tooth Goon Throwing shots at everyone who that they can do better than the real blue
