Sentences

Coming with flows sicker than cinnamon

Sins but I'm livin' it

My sentences is so slick

Chicks thinking I'm slippin it

Shits getting thick

When she pull a quick on my dick

But that's whack rap

My flows gone jizz over your penmanship

Educated for myself, masturbated my brain

You don't get it then get out of my lane

I brought the rain, now the rain gone cum

This lamp city shit is sick

Like a big to the splif for seein' some titty shit

I ain't new to this crap

I'm like a Buddhist when I rap

But I'm skinny got that minimal fat

My words, splat ya'll tracks master

My tracks faster, getting more views

To sign, a record deal and go get more shoes

I... Don't give a fuck about, or even think about

A stylus, my style is wilder to the eye

Than a fuckin guy screamin that'He's sexy and he know it'

I'm a bitch rockin flannels and some jeans like a poet

So it's, fuck a cosign, so what I'm. Lean cause I rhyme

Also a white guy somewhere in between 6 feet and

6'5. oh my split it so fly, go die

If you ain't on my vocal shit I'm over it

Tryna get a tour together

Nobody was flowin it

Tried to get session going nobody was smoking it

Fuck the rap game I run that shit from my basement

And make all these mother fuckers

Look easy like it's some staples shit