Famous Rapper (feat. Fast T) Video (MV)

Ayo my feet like size eleven
If you book me, make sure there's cash and a rider present
Christmas coming, hide your presents
I rock shows with legends, why? 'Cause I'm a legend
Yeah I'm cocky with it, I got a right to be
You bodying me? Nah that's highly unlikely
Ayo sound man, turn up the f*cking mic for me
Y'all don't want war, you just look at me spitefully
They see me shining, I don't wear shine though
The strength of a rhino without wearing rhinestones
The type of rhyme flow to leave your f*cking mindblown
Need a pen and paper, don't write rhymes on my phone
Too scared to book me as support act
Marx? Yo he'll blow me off stage, I know you thought that
Here to bring an end to all of your dead rhyming
And show y'all motherf*ckers why I should be headlining

Martin Guymer, pretentious rhymer
The never on timer, the Cypress Hill climber
Drink the Frosty Jack's cider since I was a minor
Disappear without a trace like Jerry Bruckheimer
I'm not dissing you here, what I meant is
Go missing for two years like Ali DiLaurentis
I hope you don't take this too offensive
Didn't hear your name once, nah you didn't get mentioned
Maybe I should let you catch up
Take five years off and see how we stack up
Assassinate my character, you're having bad luck
Oh they're talking 'bout me? I could give a mad f*ck
Teacher said what you wanna be when you're older
I can tell you the exact words I told her
I never subscribed to the brainless chatter
I said, Miss when I grow up I'ma be a famous rapper