Whoa.

Yes, what'd you expect?

Get what I said, tap on my neck.

Who you gonna press?

Be Mr. Press.

Hit me direct.

This how you do it.

flex.

I've been looking in the mirror every time I'm seeing smoke.

Only thing is

Getting clearer, I'm no good at letting go In the bottom of my bag and at the top of totem pole

Ain't a child getting broke.

Can't ride me jerkins on the phone.

Like you the kid, you the man.

What's the deal?

What's the?

I'ma keep what Satan took where my peace give me that I don't sleep music my killer

ain't no open carry state i register my pinning pad message

up my wrist I admit I'm a handful not in your top ten that's a sin hit the chapel you ain't read the

print gotta press where you at holy ghost is in the rip we might pull up in a phantom like gas

What'd you expect?

Did what I said.

Tap on my neck.

Who you gon' press?

Press, hit me direct This how you flex, might lose my head

Yeah!