II. BASEBALL

Play with the rap game, don't play quidditch
Balls made of gold in your throat like the snitches
Stop selling clothes, hope they notice, now
I miss it Lost all the rhythm as a kid and in the kitchen
Playing dizzy dinosaurs with my sis
Competitive as shit, I'ma prove that I can spit

You a tease to the nuts, call it baseball
You a late call on a round trip Yeah,
I'm an independent artist, yeah, you wanna vow
Get it back like doggie pose
I don't even wanna know, cause knots connect like the

Sound like Tyler Nass, sound like Matt Sound like baseball, sound like I'm Fred boy
You ain't get it down, I ain't hit it like I'm that boy
Yeah, fuckin' vibrator goin' off You ain't runnin' around, smash the wall
Fuckin' Lenny North
Yeah, I'm Lenny from Of Mice And Men

Everybody know around here, get the price of time
Yeah the price of ten be risin' through the price
Of twenty But not me, yeah, the price is fuckin' fabrics
Heavy Yeah, yeah, fabrics heavy, Mighty J gon
Bring it back Fuckin' sample that
I don't even take my socks off when I'm fuckin' I don't run a beat, man, just run a fist

I'm rubbin', I'm runnin
Y'all listenin' to the mixtape with the speed tools and machines
This shit's goin' insane, but the Mighty J turn flay
But he's retiring the nails

It's over