Hawaii
I am just renting, put a lease on the bod
I have no deity or God
Darwin my nigga, been part of my day one squad
Glo'd up, he's always has new Jordans he copped
Corruption waiting for the volcanic eruption
The government we trusting
But it's our brothers they lusting
After this year, the future is being put in a pot
Pick one and read the fortune out the cookie
Monster whipping up some batter
With my boy A- Rod
I ain't a princess no more
Fetty said I'm a trap queen, Ma
Told me to tell you
Hey wassup hello, like a greeting card, Ma
We getting linked, like barbeque
We got a bun in the oven, you fenna be a Grandmama
Now I got to raise him and tell him
That in this world he is hated
Cause his pigment is cocoa
His future already slated
No hoodies, no skittles
No Arizona's, cause I don't want him buried
But anyways
My rhymes be fire
Yours barely light up a spark
Replaying some past shit
That new school feel good rap shit
That nananana, Chance the Rapper, track shit
All these other niggas put out wack shit
Ooo.