Green Style

My adrenaline

Makes me win again

And win again and then

Start to belittle them

Look at all these little men

New rhyme scheme

That one got stale

In the kitchen while I float

I call that a bake sail

Everybody's gonna duck me

When I get some big bills

Hunnids blue, get a clue

Where's Shovel and Pail? (ouch!)

And Periwinkle

I'm very single

Call straight to voicemail

She offed the jingle

Got some kinks to iron out

Whole lotta wrinkles

Almost forgot about

The point of the single

My mind's so free, and I'm stylish

So every track that I spit on, it's a freestyle

Ce-cile's running the game for like 3 miles

We wild, we wild

Get off the penile (ayy)

Get with it (uh-huh)

Flow infinite

Can't show no blemish

Every time I pull up

People seem to get skittish

Mashing out bangers

But the boy's not British

(But the boy's not British)

My mind's so free, and I'm stylish

So every track that I spit on, it's a freestyle

Ce-cile's running the game for like 3 miles

We wild, we wild

Get off the penile (ayy)

Get with it (yup)

Flow infinite

Can't show no blemish

Every time I pull up

People seem to get skittish

Mashing out bangers

But the boy's not-boy's not (but the boy's not-)

Boy's not nice? Who's lying on my name?

You know I am in insane, I leave you all in pain

You know I'm like Bruce Wayne

When I pull up in the all black '22 Rolla, sick like ebola

Pretty sure that I told ya before this is no game

Man all of you so lame

Off track cause my old train

Of thought had loco motives

Kept on grinding gears and finding fears

Constantly dying and trying

Flying in One Direction, I don't even know ZAYN

So don't call my raps zany

Just crazy and wavy

And maybe you hate me

That's okay (that's alright)

I make hits to win chips

Like I sit on the bench

Of the Bronx Bombers

In the old days

I drive the beat like I got road rage

My old phase was so caged

Now I'm so Cage like Johnny

Whipping in a Audi

Probably gonna catch a body

Then throw a party

And jump off of my own stage (good night!)

My mind's so free, and I'm stylish

So every track that I spit on, it's a freestyle

Ce-cile's running the game for like 3 miles

We wild, we wild

Get off the penile (ayy)

Get with it (uh-huh)

Flow infinite

Can't show no blemish

Every time I pull up

People seem to get skittish

Mashing out bangers

But the boy's not British

(But the boy's not British)

My mind's so free, and I'm stylish

So every track that I spit on, it's a freestyle

Ce-cile's running the game for like 3 miles

We wild, we wild

Get off the penile (ayy)

Get with it (yup)

Flow infinite

Can't show no blemish

Every time I pull up

People seem to get skittish

Mashing out bangers

But the boy's not British (but the boy's not)