i dont really care yall niggas can judge whats written/ just know i got plans this time to be the illest spitten/make my hits, then im splitten, yea i plan to be idoled, steady shitten on the law, im puttin hands on the bible/ walk the streets like a deciple/still soundin my words/cuz everytime i break bread im surrounded by birds/that wanna ride the wood like i got a shelf to burn/bitch just give me brains like you got nothin else to learn/but after you its someone elses turn/aint no committen/im treatin hoes like punchin bags, yall only good for hitten/when i feel like trowin the mittens, blessin ya chin/only takin L's when i smoke,im destined to win/let the lesson begin/ill leave you at a standstill/ tellin ya man betta chill, thats right youngblood will drop you like an anvil/yall struggle up the anthill/we on mount everest peak/ill smack words out of ya mouth and bid you never to speak!!!!!!!!!