O Yeah,
I'm brand new like you haven't unwrapped it,
Head over heals got bloggers doin back flips,
Am where I am cause my fans had some practice,
I could go for 90, bet the kid is match fit,
Girls on my page writing Sammy is a bastard,
Thinking that they special but got treated like the last chick,
Knowing that my fan base stretches like elastic,
Jaw droppin beats like it's better than the last shitttt,
But still, I'm in the paint by the basket,
This that one take new flow straight classic,
Yeah I see the true shining bright if you look close,
Rappers droppin' names forgot to add the foot notes,
In all honesty hatin's not a part of me,
Respect's in my blood I don't need a bibliography,
I show love cause that's what I've always dug,
If ya ass ain't got a shovel get the fuck out of the mud,
It's sandbox I'm Smalls first time on the Sandlot,
Tryin to learn the rules maybe get myself a damn shot,
Yeah, I'm hittin veins you could have never drawn,
Pumpin blood no rubber bands around the arm,
But lookin back when I started as a critics young,
To makin hits with a grin as the crowd applause, pause,
I'm diggin deeper with my gritty Paws,
Tryin to get it poppin with a presence no Santa Claus,
Yeah, and I'm the spitter who defy's the laws,
Bringin the heat I'm unexpected like some menopause ha,
I never thought that one of my songs,
Would spread quick on a thousand different iPods,
Yeah, I'm human and I got benign flows,
Rappin with the competition chillin up in my jaws,
Thinking in my mind how to write my wrongs,
Tyin' all this change into ends that defy laws,
Cut it out I wasn't talking bout the beat though,
I'm here to make em get the point like a free throw,
Tell my girl to please recline my seat slow,
Knowing that I'm colder than the bottom of a ski pole,
And if it's snowing in the city I'm getting blown,
With a couple bitches down to ride where he goes,
Late night in the Jacuzzi with the same hoes,
Catchin' brains puffin on them Monte Christos,
Uhhh I'm back on my spittah shit,
Back ba back back on my spittah shit