Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up. Huh, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up. It's all for the kids, man. It's shit for the kids. Haha, put a little chill. Um, I can be whatever I wanna be, better not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me. I got the devil in the pockets of my Dumflies. Taking a dump on anything that's standing under me. I can be your dream guy, or I can be your nightmare. Born on Halloween night, it seems like a light, yeah. Double my Sprite, ain't my guy, do you got the light, yeah. Squash them P, plenty light, and then mini bison, huh. Seen something, seen one, but it's not mini like him. When I fry it, when I die, bury me with mini mikes, yeah. I can be whatever I wanna be, better not a pussy ass nigga stand in front of me. Took a stop at the light, made a right on Humble Street. Guess I've been buzzing like a motherfucking bumblebee. Trying to turn this honey tree into a money tree. But it's only one of me, and y'all niggas the son of me. God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God. Okay, I'm gonna be whatever I wanna be. Better not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me. They trying to snatch this motherfucking rub from under me, but never stumble, young man, rumble. The sensei, the jit bag, my tumble, the brass ensemble. Cop an eighth and spend the last on paper and fun, so as Thanksgiving, I'm your drunk ass uncle. On the corner, that junkie, that mumble, the little nigga that climbed to have a Rapunzel. I'm the shrimp inside your gumbo. I make myself sit down. Dig down, lock the dusty jizz, give a health check. I'm the wrong letter that made it up out your spell check. Fucking up your text. I'm electric, I'm Alexis. I'm the evidence like the shell case when the shell hit. But I never tell shit. I'm cold with the flow and come from the bottom like well shit. I know what I know, and I know that you probably feel shit. Cause your nigga's selfish, and my nigga's desperate. Look, they said, what you want to be, Jack? What you want to be, kid? A doctor, a lawyer, exploring the coral reef shit? A football player, a track sprinter? I know you run fast. Oh, you going to be a rapper with your dumb ass? Just because you used to bump cats, talk fast, and can tap a drum pad, you thinking that the world's going mad? Big head, short ass, big eye, bug eye, drug head, shoe fly, don't bother me. I'm going to be better than y'all to be. Trying to be, y'all will see. All for one, all for me, shit. You niggas ain't all for me. Motherfucker, what you offering? Talker, talker, talker, sheeper. So am I. I keep receipts. I beat the beat and eat the beat so I can feed the beat. If I want to be, react how you want to. The sun do what the sun do. Eyes when the gun drew. It meets the devil in hell when niggas will hunt you. When it's dark all around and you're looking for sun, but in the heart of the jungle, my nigga, you run. You can be whatever you want. I better get you a gun. Better do what you want. Whatever you feel in your stomach, whatever you got to do with the moment. Only the strong survive. Only the strong in mind and soul and spirit inspire you. Stand firm. You rise to the top. You're just determined without being ruthless. I want to do Black Panther, but he's not real. Yeah. Not real.