you know i flow and show it, you know that bo know it,
You're lawn i'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet.
Yo my rims be spinning i winning, like adam i be sinnin.
Potato skinnin and knittin and separate those linens.
And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries
Just to disguise all your lies, but baby i be wise.
you know i did it and shit it you brothers couldnt hit it,
Then you try to ride it, too late! i already spit it.