WHEN I'M GONE

First things first I was raised in the wave

Of a massive weight above our heads, lowering and raised

Infinite agenda of these passages I write

Incite a riot like a lion in a crowd full of mice

Pull my pants down and I flex on a bitch

Cause my dick that big, so she bite and she twitch

Third leg, first place, blazed and I'm out

Till we makin out, fuck, shout on a leather couch

Fanatical phenomenon and poly with the tones

Like an onomatopoeia spit straight through a microphone

Monopoly ain't stopping me I'm modest when I write

Come up from the bottom, Drake pay me for a type beat