Fresh Mints:

Verse 1:
I heard that ya’ll like punchlines,
Well did you hear the one about the rapper who don’t rhyme.
Oh wait, that’s every rapper that’s on the radio,
It’s crazy though, it seems like theses suckas are stuck on lazy mode.

I don’t ever wanna hear hip-hop is dead,
When you ain’t bumpin me, you bump chief keef instead.
Me? Intelligent individual, treat my art as if it were the centerfold
While everyone else is solely focused on the visuals,

Fast cars, chains, hoes, and residuals.
Imma be one to teach em all the principals.
I’m the king of the syllables, you swimmin in the kiddy pool,
Pitful rhymes is typical.

Here we go, another rapper blowin up,
Illuminati ain’t shit, give it up, I heard enough punk,
Quit comin at with these stupid remarks, your logic’s kinda funny.
See you belong in a crashed car you fuckin dummy...

Hook:
When the time comes the people gonna find me
bury you inside the rhymes that I'm writing
Bring the knowledge in the proof when you're fighting
Taking only truth on my path to the mighty.

Verse 2:
Above Average is comin correct
While Era’s beat steady thumpin they chest.
the crowd as pump as it gets.
bobbin their heads
While this shits bumpin they get stressed
freakin out thinking bout what's next.
Yes,

It's me more deadly than Bruce Lee
I’m the white terry crews, Triple triple OG
Homie. Come and see me on the streets.
I beat the beat up call me chris brown, this shits re re.

That retard flow so artful.
If skill was alphabetical mine would be aardvark bro.
I’m at the top of this list, rockin this shit.
Not sayin it’s off the noggin, quit your commentin trick.

We’re very aware that it’s writin
it’s actually a rarity to see one of these verses that isn’t.
But the thing about my raps is they happen to be business.
Put a cap on all you yappin we the best, now I’m finished.

(Hook)

Verse 3:
I’m the best at bustin’ raps on this planet
Above Average plannin damage with mics he’s been handed.
The camera is candid, you stepped into the mind of a insanity
can't you see that I’m the rapper that’s clearly got the advantage B?

I guess I got a bit vanity,
But shit, lookin at your bitch I could’ve sworn she was a manatee.
Can it be that this is cuz you wack and cannot stand to me.
Or is just because the fatties seem to be your fantasy?

I ain't here to judge I’m cool with that.
But make my bitches booty clap before they get scooby snack.
I bet it’s hard for you to get groupies in the back
Of your “Tour Bus”, they ain’t fallin for yo hoopty act.

Ugh, you better be bringing that heat if you're comin at me.
your crumblin mumblin never on beat.
Youre fumblin stumblin over your feet
You're done get over it g
Cold shouldered a piece of meat
You wanna piece of me well so did you bitches ovaries