I hear it now
I see through the fog, my money is long
They singing my songs
I know you gon' miss me when I'm gone
Age mean nothing to me, watch your tone
The quiet boy in the back of the class, he made it
Can you imagine
Can you imagine?
That's fantastic
Damn, I wish I could have him
Damn, he's really attractive
I think I'm a fan of him
Yeah, I'm talking about myself, by the way
In the POV of a pretty bih, okay
Steppin' on they necks until they suffocate
And we go against the rules, we don't obey
It's getting heated like a microwave
Make the beat, turn it to a wav
Then I rap on it, shit is insane
Ain't that, ain't that insane?
Ain't that, ain't that, ain't that insane?
Ain't that, ain't that, ain't that insane?
I see through the fog, my money is long
They singing my songs
I know you gon' miss me when I'm gone
Age mean nothing to me, watch your tone