Man that boy can't fight he don't want no smoke
C'mon bruh
No smoke
Damn
K-M-Y
S-N-I
C-K
F-O
L-E-Y
Call me the Count of Monte Cristo. Fade me? That's a risk bro
Better if you don't I cause a panic at the disco
Fry you up like Crisco. Rush in like a Klitschko
All these niggas pussy, they get touched I watch the clits grow
Don't be feeling wishful, get one hit like you Sisqo
All that flexing on me, tables turned, and now I'm rich hoe
Big foe, get dough, switch flows, this shows
I'm on a, different dimension, of wave, far as this goes
I saw more deaths, than war vets at seven
And it ain't finish there, saw stranger things at eleven
Saw a coke dealer get POPPED, right on his banister
Homie died over a brick like Jaime Lannister
Here's a quick, look at my past, as some laugh
The guns blast; best run fast, no fun lasts
I ain't fit in nowhere, nappy nerd ghetto genius
Dead the meanest.With goals to get arenas
But no-one understands me. Not even my family
They kill the kids dream, by asking me what's my plan B
But my creations, they marvel at, like I'm Stan Lee
Tryna kill the thing I hold dear they think I'm Bambi
I'm book smart and street smart, while heat spark
I try to bury my anger down into deep art
An A student, who stayed prudent, while they shooting
Killers around me saying don't follow what they doing
One second of dealing what's on my mental
Would have you muthafuckas, ready to, blow out ya temple
I'm Melvin Baby boy and to me you phonies Jody
Little niggas could never be me. Bitch it's Foley