Whominati

[Intro]

I'm on the road to C Note

You washed up like soap or Siebold

Bumping Joey, screaming rest in peace to Steelo

Home's where he go, roll weed, hold the stylo, write bullets

[Verse 1]

Well it's the first lyricist out of the 6ix

9ine'll meet you if you're tryna bleed out when you snitch

Diamond teeth but still a grill I'll heat a rat, you know

I'm gonna be the leader, foreman of the game, no Reginald

Minor, but I'm tryna see platinum and gold

Dig Cole, but I'd rather have a feature

I'm out here connecting bars like oxygen in an еther

Dependеnt VARS to electric cars that they reach for

Lyrics blast like subwoofers of a hatchback speaker

Leaving gaps in a good-for-nothing wack rap breather

Either that or I'll never get to see out my goals

That's my worst fear, but my pedigree will persevere

Whether it's me or not, but I'm already surging to the Roc

And you know that ima serve it while it's hot

But y'all sit and watch while dirty cops are getting hearses on the block

Volcano flow, I'm dripping verses off the top (Curses, I fucked it up)

Spitting off the top versus any nigga who figure he been hot

I'm not certain

I'm writing circles, different versions, living in cursive

And killing virgins with my words when stripping the vermin

Their clothes, make them all on rouge on my Baz Luhrman shit

No scrubs on my lobes, just know who the surgeon is

Soon as our faith begin to lag, they deserting us quick

I'm in my bag, but I ain't pursing my lips, stupid's