Quiet

They used to say I was ugly

Now most of them gone fuck with me

Run up the race I'm found money

It's funny since ya'll are stuck with me

Turn to a demolition when my head is in it

Now i'm getting digits so I'm spending different

My pen will hit em or the lead will split em

What they said is itching might need penicilin

But most men ain't willing ya'll ain't men you bitches

Hits end men in the picture think that sent a image

Got my lens looking bigger cause I've been different

And when i'm off the liquor it got my head lifted