Tom Seaver
This a heater
Talkin Tom Seaver
Killing all These beats
Hell I'm feeling like the reaper
Jeepers creepers
Blow ya fuckin speaker
If you don't fuck wit me
Then I'ma make you a believer
The bitches love us
Certified stunner
When young come around
All the bitches run up
Can't see us
I feel like John Cena
Bout to hit my prime
Watch me sell out these arenas
I don't need nobody I be all alone
All these bitches out here picking fucking bones
I can't trust nobody I be in the zone
Can't be bothered no I can't pick up my phone
Hell no
Shut the fuck up bitch
I gotta go
Shit up on my wrist
It's fucking froze
Girlie got the new tits
Got the fake nose
Girlie want some new lips
On my bank roll
They come and they go
That's one thing I know
For sure
Can't trust a hoe
I just let them go
Said adios
Lil mama
Get the fuck out my way
All y'all weighing me down
I keep on running in place
Smoke so much trees
Got these bitches yelling timber
Can't wait to be king
Watch me roar like Simba
I Jack the bean stalk
I be quick and I be nimble
Shout out to Amine
I think I be stuck in limbo
This a heater
Talkin Tom Seaver
Killing all These beats
Hell I'm feeling like the reaper
Jeepers creepers
Blow ya fuckin speaker
If you don't fuck wit me
Then I'ma make you a believer
The bitches love us
Certified stunner
When young come around
All the bitches run up
Can't see us
I feel like John Cena
Bout to hit my prime
Watch me sell out these arenas
Best rapper that you never head of
Give ya boy a medal way I'm climbing all these hurdles
When I see the numbers shit that makes my stomach curdle
Don't worry hares if this a race I'm a turtle
Tortoise?
Bouta make a million off this mother fucking chorus
Damn I be so gorgeous
Bout to be enormous
Bambino can you play my birthday party
Shit you can't afford us
And you cannot thwart us
Might as well support us
All these motherfuckers tryna cap
They avoid the fact
That my raps
Deadlier than heart attacks
Eyes are whack
Might just have the cataracts
Might just be a quarter back
I'm coming back in 4th quarter
Hail marry pass
Smoke so much trees
Got these bitches yelling timber
Can't wait to be king
Watch me roar like Simba
I Jack the bean stalk
I be quick and I be nimble
Shout out to Amine
I think I be stuck in limbo
This a heater
Talkin Tom Seaver
Killing all These beats
Hell I'm feeling like the reaper
Jeepers creepers
Blow ya fuckin speaker
If you don't fuck wit me
Then I'ma make you a believer
The bitches love us
Certified stunner
When young come around
All the bitches run up
Can't see us
I feel like John Cena
Bout to hit my prime
Watch me sell out these arenas