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Hot as heaven, cold as hell, Ugliano 3-4 sons Call me Chuck, don't give a f*ck, my story's
Gold, not made of bronze I see the light, I'm fightin' on
I'm runnin' out of shit to write, kai douillo, battleship
Seen both worlds, I'm heaven sent, I found my voice, I let it ring

My mind is free and so am I, I chant my rhymes cause I believe
War it isn't even needed, look at me, I'm even Steven
Got three seasons, I don't bluff, call me Shia from LeBouff
Need my Alan niggas witty, got big dreams I'm from the city

Not Chicago from the Ville, all about them burbs and girls
What you heard is absurd, I'm that nigga usin' verbs
Wrap it up, not my dad, my dick big, not first class
I'm just tryna pass this class and then I'll fly and tap that ass

Arizona, that's my home, it's meant to be, I'm feelin' free
When I cry, I think of me and what I used to be
I broke some hearts and burned some bridges, hate myself
So I be schemin' for a future with me in it

Cause my life is more important than I'll ever know
Just like Babe Ruth, I wear the number three upon my chest
Cause I'm the best within my craft, I catch these flows
Like I change clothes, I'm all about myself

Legends never die my life, is mine and everlasting
So I'm finna keep on blastin' what is right, not what's wrong
When I sing this song, I think of me and what I'm tryna be
Within these lyrics are a piece of me, I wanna see

Just what I am, the same inside and out
I'm just tryna figure out how the f*ck I'm comin' out the shell of mine
I'm a f*ckin' ninja turtle, only I don't got no squirtle, nigga
I'm a f*ckin' god, no facade

I seen it in my dreams and I believe it's meant to be
I write these raps to free my brain from all of my catastrophes
Bitch, I'm tryna be my savior, finna let my shit shine
Call me f*ckin' Herobrine, I'll see you in your dreams tonight

Creepin' all up in that pasta, nigga, I'm a master of this rhymin' shit
Call me Creepypasta, I'm a pastor from the past
Nah, I ain't no f*ckin' father, but I might go tell my mother
Maybe he's my lil' brother, lil' nigga

Always cryin' bout some otherworldly shit
Think I'm finna spit and get a deal with me and only me
I'm my own f*ckin' boss, think I'm finna eat for free
Feelin' like a million bucks, f*ck is up with all these checks

Gimme bread, I want my money, come on, I just like salami
Nigga, I don't cry for mommy, I'm my own f*ckin' daddy
With a knack for tats, think I'm finna stick with that
F*ck that, write raps, finna sound like Busta Rhymes
With my ADHD ass, finna run up in the club
Throwin' dubs with my sons, finna run the f*ckin' world