I'm hearing sirens
Bitch, that ain't no f*ckin pilot
That ain't no tornado warning, there's a bomb threat
Way too silent
Come on quickly let's get down to the shelter
Before this mushroom cloud pulls over and it melts her
And each and everyone of you motherf*ckers
That said I would never make it
I'm workin with producers and they grammy nominated
But all you say I'm fakin (ah)
Rake up the stacks like leaves, hate me then you can leave
I ain't never asked for nobody to come and listen to me
I appreciate all my fans but let just me be
If you a hater you a confused fan oh well I can see
F*ck with me and you see what happend to Z bitch it's
Nothin to me
Put a spell on you like the ABC witches but Be!
Careful, talkin off I got an earful
Of you sayin I ain't shit, maybe it's the truth
What happend to me, I don't wanna happen to you
Except I made it through
You so weak you find an excuse
What day of the week works for you
Where we can sneak of and and get it through to you
I don't really know what's not computing
I'm the greatest and youngest rapper to touch the mic, since J Mind was soothing
I take pride in myself even if it means I'm losing
Never will I ever go and delete my music (Like Some)
I say the shit I want to even if it's stupid
Like saying I f*cked J Lo after we was struck by cupid
That ain't no love arrow
I got hit by a Buick
120 on the gas and I ain't stoppin Im crusin
I ain't done with this rap shit until I'm 87 and got grandkids about the age of eleven
And then I'll be producin until I'm f*ckin dead
Killing these beats to death until I'm placed on bed...
But I ain't never gonna die (Never)
Done...
Welcome to the album