[Intro]
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Uh uh uh-huh
My name is
My name is (uh)
My name is

[Verse]
I say, "Hi, my name is Mr. Brainless"
Toting on the stainless, leave you on the pavement
My flow go brazy, that's on the daily
It's funerals for goofy hoes, I give the pussy daisies
Shaking like Haiti, rock-a-bye like a baby
I'm not a Xbox, therefore you can't play me
My flow like Eminem, really it's too shady
Eminem, Wayne, and Drake damn near made me
Now I'm the next up, yo bitch giving her neck up
I had to fuckin' sext her, kick it out don't text her
I don't еven caress her, if anything I finesse her
And you know I'm bout the Scott, drinking shit like Carreta
In the cut with Beretta, at your head like Beretta
My flow go forever, I don't show no effort
The way I freestyle shit, the same shit that they write
I'm piped up give you a nosebleed, you sniffing that white
I'm in that ghost like poltergeist
It's triple nine, the pastor's wife just may catch some of this dick tonight
Nigga, I'm feeling rich tonight
I scratch them off like a lotto Quick Pick
Burn them like a Jamaican with kush and some incense
Been the realest motherfucker ever since the infant
Tony Hawk when I be grinding, nigga that's a trick tip
Try me if you want, chopper fuck you like a thick bitch
After that I get rich, just to fuck a thick bitch
I'm so ignorant, that I feel like John Dillinger
I feel like a pilgrim, burning down all these villages
That means you ain't shit but a native
I'm off these fucking sedatives
Feeling great, but I think I could be feeling greater
Imma try these two, I'ma mix them with those two and see what it does do
Pull up on the scene like damn "ain't that the same kid from high school that said he was gonna make it"
He actually made it
He actually famous
He actually aiming at the stars and he's shooting
I feel like an army I'm a sergeant I'm recruiting
What the fuck is you doing
Feel like Nike nigga cause my flow really just do it, uh
I'm clueless, nah I'm ruthless
Kinda like my car, kinda like your broad
Feeling like a star, studying abroad
I put that on god that's word to Allah
Uh uh
I've been going hard again
Beat you up now it's blood on my cardigan
I feel like an ace of spades fuck it I'ma pull his card again
Break the glass and now its a bunch of fucking shards in him
I'm at the door nigga I'm barging in
I got my whole militia with me it's a squadron friend
I ain't really with the talking shit I'm over it
Matter fact
Imma leave him in the grave or sum'
Pop a molly in the party at the rave or sum'
These chains up on my neck I never been a slave for nothing
You run up that's okay I got this K for nothing
I'm busting, for real though
Mama kinda mad cause I was rolling off the pills
I said I'm trying to keep it real though
I'm trying to keep it real bro
She said you high as fuck, I said I really am for real bro
I can't feel my face but it's cool
Give a fuck about you
Give a fuck about college
Give a fuck about school
Had to drop that shit say fuck that shit
They paying back student loans while I'm sittin' back rich
World-tourin', like I told you so
You'll get cranked like you Soulja ho
That choppa sing like Drake nigga OVO and bring you back in the old days like colonials
I write the shit out like a numeral
In my head freestyle it, I dont write it at all
In the party off the Percs I don't do no Adderall
You get watched like blood pressure, cholesterol
I'm the type to knock at the door until you knock it off
Pull up with your bitch in the back having to top me off

[Outro]
With a top off in the drop top with a hot thot playing hopscotch
Let me st-
Lemme stop