[2tripple0]

Keep ya lines kid ya shit sounds forced as fuck
Gotta stalk in my truck like four leaf clovers bro I'm wishing ya goodluck
Ya think you can mix and shit?
But I built a couple houses way ya throw up so many bricks
You like a funeral way ya casket need to get blessed
I had to put my feet up on the desk ya lines ain't nothing to sweat
For real keep pushing my buttons son
You be baking kid but you know it be way overcooked
I'm at my finest when I spitting some lines
Be like some slavery way I'm a industry that be run by da whites
I ain't gonna spit it though I'm sorta jetlagged
Ya duckin seminar so boring all the students gonna skip ya class
I'm not honestly deferring ya steez kid
Cause you ain't even own some decks for ya shit to flip
It's oblivious to the public how life asserts itself
You getting surrounded like my rhymes were some barbwire fence
Guess i's is getting ahead of myself way I wrote my verse weeks ago
Y'all is some potato way ya resembling Idaho