(Uh huh, yeah.. uh)
Sim-Simma
Who got the keys to the Beam- (-nah)
Royal trux, with the speed demons
-You can see me down the street skating
Chilling with my peoples
Yet I keep it regal
Flashy, sarcastic as dr evil
Run me a billion dollars for the sequel
Make it equal
Keep it balenced
Like my rising was in libra
I’m lethal
Weaponized
I beam you
Swizz cheese
You see through
Middle finger
To spite you
Towering like the Eiffel
Bow down
Delightful
“Now,now-St Vincent-Strange mercy” is never considerеd, To be a given
-You can stare up in sky
Mouth opеn Like a chicken
-Til you’re drowning from the rain
Before getting ME out my lane
Nirvana, I’m “on a plain-Nevermind” I’m off the CHAIN*
You’ll be “down in a hole”
**Ask ALICE* to “check my brain”**
I got disdain
For the rap lames
I be tap dancing on the
Big stage
See me cut a rug
I be cutting up
Like a switchblade
To the bitch made
Got rich taste
Richard Millie for the wristwatch
Gucci logo on the flip flops
But its family dollar for the tube socks*
Im alternative and My crew* rocks
Go to Tiffany’s , get a blue box
Take a blue pill or a red pill
Or chill pill for the mood pops
It don’t matter y’all
I’m out..
Thank you , thank you