So So Rapper

Yeah uh
Live from the 310
Get your hands in the sky
Casey V in the house
(Ayo DJ turn my headphones up)
Get your hands up
Get your hands up
Make some motherfuckin' noise
Get your hands up
I put my verse on it, killed it so bad
Like I was first on it, I tried make it happen
It wouldn’t work for me, and they don’t know but rapping
A lot of work homie
So Def Jam and Sony, act like you know me
Don’t worry bout them rappers that came before me
Cause they ain’t even ready
I was born ready like fish and spaghetti
Them cats getting beheaded, yeah I cut 'em off
I had enough of y’all, I’m with Halle Berry chilling
Yeah, call me monsters ball
I monster ball, yeah go hard
She saying my road dark
I can kill your whole crew with half the shit I wrote dog
Shout out Obama
I’m young and I get it done
Your mom might just want a sponsor
I celebrate more than y’all, call my life Kwanza
Look out for the Super 3 joint, it’s an anthem
Flow like
You say I’m so-so
But I am after
Any gold out there
Yeah, homie they tell me it ain’t fair
I’m so young and I’m so ahead
Tell me where the bread at
Tell me why they hating on me
Tell me where y’all head at
Yeah, I do have a girl
She give me the head that make me learn
Call me Veggies, all beats getting burned
Call me young God, heads must be turned
so fast it got to take its turn
So don’t turn the page
Let’s go homie
Let’s go homie
Let’s go homie
Let’s go homie