Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap.
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable, supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked.
But you’re a mole hill, now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you.
’Til I’m hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old’s rage.
My biggest flops are your greatest hits.
Your red sweater, your black leather. You dress better, I rap better.
The day you put out a hit’s the day Diddy admits that he put the hit out that got Pac killed.
Had to give you a career to destroy it.
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack, realized I forgot to call you back.