morgue freestyle

down you go

up

i'm rolling

just like clips

my lyrics are loading

when i spit bars

start exploding

should i be a big star soon

i'll be rolling

off-road wheels with chrome in

up i go

down you're strolling

please stop moaning

young gun

see you won't win it

just young and you won't win it

every odd day you will catch me wearing wile out

young gun

see

it's so minor

make space for the newcomer

i'm only fifteen but the top young gunner

why? practice makes perfect

if you can't do it

be strong and just firm it

just like me

learn it

nowadays give me a track

i'll burn it

i remember i used to write eight-bar lyrics

now i write sixteens about my life

i'm only fifteen

i want a lot in my life

just fuck him

i wanna eat pies

so don't come with that shit cause your lyrics are lies

be smart and think wise

notice when i spit

i don't chat shit

so don't come with that shit

speak that shit

i've had enough of your shit

it stinks

get out of it