indacut

In da cut, smoking indica

Canada reppin' South America

Back in the day in the back of the bus

Writing my bars, ye we hitting 'em bumps

My notepad prolly think penmanship sucks

My verses was ill, had to work on my hooks

At fifteen, ya I knew what I was

Scoop cream from the Mint, coupe dreams ever since

Pros get the progress, hoes tryna see my whole cheque

Foes tryna chokehold my neck

But I dos what the Wu said, to my dread

My crew shoot dead if they feel you threat