[Intro]
*coughing* Go

[Verse 1]
I tend to mind my business, when I'm minding my business
Oh the faggots they senseless, leave them on they benches
Niggas talk in Benzes, killer talk in ends, it's
Foreign names on my frame, casting shade through my lenses
This nigga on some other shit, fronting like he son the bitch
Took him to the back for a snack and got him stuttering
Ain't no need for wondering, bitch, while you were slumbering
Cakes was in the kitchin just cheffin up some more better shit
Save them weak subliminals for when you get your menustral
Bitch like me, I'm fin' to shoe and shit all on your lyrical, ahh...
(Hol' up hol' up hol' up) But these niggas don't hear me though
The shit I spit is like a motherfucking miracle
I'm fucking laughing at these lil' niggas
Sitting pretty straight, relaxing on these lil' niggas
Designer wear just for maxing on these lil' niggas
Who really hate I put the clap into these lil' niggas

[Interlude]
"I'm one of the top upcoming children (legendary). You have legendary children and upcoming legendary children (aight)."

[Verse 2]
This shit I do in the booth is unbelievable
Tryna do it like me - unachievable
On my grind and these fags try to do it to
That's why the spot where I perch is unreachable