Like a fetus from its casket
And rapping when I should apply
To class and keep stacking
You'll hear it skip and rewind
That im just another wannabe G
But there's only one of me
Were bringin all the baddest
Bangers back to the street
Like the labor in a sweatshop
Bringing paper to the table
I'm chilling with the popular kids
And they don't even have a clue
When I would jock a chick
But never got the confidence
And always thinking of more
Slamming down tonic and gin
Cause my freedoms been abolished
With some beautiful girls
I got a lot of buddy bunnies
Lil mama in the back gotta rack
A personality that I can trust
Behind your pencil and brush
And while I'm on the rise
Wont stop while we on the rhyme
Like the danger in a wed Lock
Got a major getting paid to lay the headshot