OLD SHIT

Shoutout all the motherfuckers that's been doubting me
This shits for you and only you
'23
16
Come find me
Bitch I'll be up in the clouds
Smoking a pound
Rapping this shit to a crowd
Bigger than any town you been around
I'm doing the shit that you dreaming about
Bitches bow, the kings been crowned
Without a doubt
The inspiration for your sound
It's funny how the competition got plowed
By the youngest motherfucker without an ounce of clout
If you tryna have beef imma give you the whole cow
Bottles up these shots come in rounds
Ex hoes can't find a rebound
I'm sittin' back just thinkin like wow
All these other rappers ain't got no style
See the game is in a drought, talent ran out
Say this shit loud, open your mouth
Here's some more inspiration, swallow it down
Nobody cares until you got something they want, think about that shit
And how the fuck you gonna try comin back after the fact
You fake ass bitches ain't never gon' learn
(What)
I'm still bout that old shit
Rockin' them cold whips
Poppin a gold wrist
The cannot be told shit
I fuck with a bold fist
Hit once then I'm gon' dip
Until I can find the one that I know won't split
I once had a loaned gift
I turned that wit into my own shit
And now I'm the one that cannot be told shit
The one with the gold wrist
The one that's creating a true wish
The one that's gon' be on a list
Of fuckers that's changing this shit
I sit in the midst of the bliss that you bitches can't twist
Into whichever rapper foretold his own riches
Just sit back and listen and watch as I'm turnin' a generation
Into wishers that's dissin' this system
I'll be back in a minute
Stay posted bitches