Freshest emcee, i’m flowin’, i’ma grow like a tree
C’mon, i grab the microphone and then i just rock ’em
I got these rappers falling off like tree leaves when it’s autumn
Yo, when i do my thing, i got the rhymes you can’t compute
Nothin’ cute, yo, like a tree, i got firm roots
In fact, i got roots, it’s goin’ way deep in the earth
I spit it right off the top, somebody throw another word out (blue!)
I’ma kick the rhymes that people never heard about
Yo, i got rappers blue ’cause they feelin’ so sad
When i’m on the microphone, straight to heaven, i send ’em
Time and space, i’ma bend ’em
I leave ’em blue like your denim
Frequency freaker, in fact, i turn ’em blue like your speaker
Got a passion, hold up, both of us are now matchin’
The same speaker from a different brand
Where’s the next word? (cupcake!)
Eat ’em like a cupcake
Check it out, ayo, you know they can’t waste me
My flow is tasty, kinda like a cupcake pastry
They couldn’t get just one cupcake, they needed the box
Yeah, i understand it, i’m addicted as well, they go nuts
I like cupcakes, but i’m more addicted to the donuts
I rep for the art, and like your earring shape, i got heart
C’mon, it goes down when i’m flexing strong
The shape of her shades is like a hexagon
Yo, she got the braids nice ’cause she dyed the tips
I’m really do what i do whenever i’m killin’
I’m spittin’ the lyrics that people feelin’
Yeah, and thank y’all for givin’ me the chance
It’s like that, y’all!
Shout to all the people at echo park for the picnic
I just let my verse spit
Shout to my homies who’s chillin’ shirtless
H. mack, callin’ it out, i’m gettin’ fly then
Yo, my flow be wetter than a fire hydrant
Shout to all my homies that’s kckin’ it on the blanket
She be standin’ out a lot with the orange hair
So crazy like my man up in the polo
H. mack, callin’ it out, ayo, i’m fly
How could you say he’s fly not, she got the converse high tops
Illest off the top of the dome, i think he might be
Shout to my girl with yellow shades and the bleach blonde
From here to texas, plus she got the gold heart on the necklace
So come get with it, yo, i lead ’em to the slaughter
Matter fact, my flow is wet just like bottles of water
Yeah, and he gets ill every time he performs
The mack’s about to pop like herbs & spices popcorn
Yeah, it’s from trader joe’s, yo, i be slayin’ hater foes
When i’m off the mic, i’m the illest, it’s undebatable
It’s way too hot the sleeves, he rocked the sleeveless
When i scorch, i use the force like it’s star wars
It’s going down once again, i got it made
Shouts to all my homies who be chillin’ in the shade
Listen…
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