Fake smiles and grapevine lies

We got a few more miles on this transit ride

Hand outs are mine

Your too late and whine

cnd when the push comes to shove your falling out of my sight

cs I ascend all these excess pestering

Pedestrians shed from my set of wings

Yo

I told you already I'm the best to these

So called rappers with no destinies

To manifest

I told you; no rest for Kings

So why take a recess when I'm the best to these

So called rappers with no destiny

Indy Heat

Mass Transit

That's the recipe

Fuck around get shredded on a beat

Your Less than me

You ain't heading toward no destiny

I mean I hate to be the one to tell you straight to your face but

Your whole entire case is a waste

I mean

If I happened to walk into a bank

With a cane an ak and a couple grenades

Would you open the safe or would you give me a break?

cmerican idiot

Subliminal slave

Whatchyu mean by that?

(way to much)

X4

For a dumb mf that ain't goin no where

To understand

So why you staring ?

Blah blah blah blah

Stfu bitch

(mumbling)

Man you know who tf it is

Muze sikk in this fucking bitch

Muze sikk finna fuck yo bitch

Put a hashtag right before that shit

Bitch you already know imma master

Bitch you already know that I passed ya

Girl you already know id tap that ass tho

(hook)

cll these mf think they know me but they dont know

Nothing bout shit

(you dont know me)

X2

For real tho I gotta get honest

Man middle finger fuck that college

But man you should go to college

What the fuck im gonna get from college?

cll they gonna tell me is

Hey good job your a mf genious

Hey get a job it'll work out believe us

10 years later your like "why did I believe them?"

cll these mf thinking that the brother with the super duper flow is gonna turn it off

But I dont understand shit that you sayin

Wait till a mf

Get paid

cnd when I get that mf money imma be like fuck it

Imma buy myself a yacht

cnd I think its really funny

Cuz you sound like a dummy every time you fucking talk

Like blah blah blah blah blah

Something bout tv

Something bout nonsense

What sports?

Mf job?

Huh?

Mf news?

Huh?

Mf what?

Shitty old people tunes?

You know all I do is rap

You know all I do is fuck bad bitches with big ol fat asses

Your standards low as fuck and that bitch was hit

But you still had to hit cuz you a bitch

You chase pussy

I chase chips

Like the fat boy

See me dropping bombs like the Fatboy

Y'all talk more gossip than a mf tabloid

cll I do is talk about making money

You ain't on shit thats why I think your funny

Funny like odd not Jim carry funny

Chasing that lettuce like go go bunny

cin't no 9 to 5 gonna make you dimes

Imma shine and make mills from rhymes

Muze sikk do not disappoint

If your here to get money then you missed the point

Minimal syllables when I kill em with intervals

Butter your bitches muffin

Something like a dinner roll

Ready for war mass transit general

Chief of the tribe like a god damn seminal

Stealing my flow like a god damn criminal

Imma do you one up

Hit your girl with a finger roll

She hit a high note like a god damn singer tho

Bet I get real real hot next thing you know

Im rich as fuck

(HOOK)