“I got so many kids in the game it’s like a gender revealing
I got that feeling Lionel Richie dancing on the ceiling
I hope it resemble Van Gough when you paint me the villain
The hate is real but you should know the love way realer
Crafty with a pen way before I could pack em in
Nasty with dreads, a slim teen I was passionate
A brand new book crackling sound when you open I’m writing gems
I make gospel in the booth it might sound like I’m written hymns”
Nobody writes like son. NOBODY