Текст песни untitled 15 - lil ceasers

I've always been the greatest
9 Times out of 10 I make a banger but they still hating
I cannot fold cause my rizz incredible my heart racing
My bars belong in the deep dark pits they've been heard by Satan
Heart of stone just wants to roll they wanna call me a mason

A mason or a blacksmith
I hook up, she a bad bitch
Yeah the opp comes let the mac spit
Berry syrup all up on the wall, make him into a banana split
Always gotta keep that 9 on me cause its that 10 I wanna fucking hit

Bitch I'm 15
5"10
But I'm 5"9
Dogs name is Ben (Benjamin)
He is so mean
Wrist clean like alkaline (Uh)
They say I'm great Ian
Clout goes up its gradient
Love toxic hoes, they radiant
All the men love to be seeing
Me in, your mom or your dad
CNN 10
My dogs name is still Ben
Don't fuck with exes who look like ken or look like a pen
Holy shit I love men
Love emos every now and then

Stop with that ass flow
Drift in the car hit the asphalt
Clean the white nose no bath salts
Fuck with me and thats a bad call
Sick of this writers block
Girls wanting me for my writers cock
Spend a million dollars on designer socks
Album taking forever I should just stop

Give up? Ain't gonna fucking happen
Blasphemy is what they taxing
Hoes mad when I'm in the action
They're always mad that my bread is stacking
Uh, made 300 from a song I produced
I'm the mother fucking god man fuck Zeus

Your bitch call, she say when is my dinner?
We go to my place, so then I sin her
I do god things, but I am a sinner
The reason I take Ws is cause I'm a winner

She missing me a ton
Hit her ass like a mother fucking drum
And I'm, on the run
From a millie I just fucking won
They just mad
I've dropped so many bangers they wish they had
If they, gave a fuck
Then maybe they could be the runner up

Bitch I'm captivating
Your whole audience dilapidating
From the shit you make its not all the greatest
You make shit music but you never wanna face it
The truth is something that scares you
It don't scare me
Cause I know I'll be the smartest in my entire fucking family

Make a hit you'll die trying
Shit out of this world I'm sci-fying
Far in the stars bitch I'm still flying
Your shit flopped and you're still crying
I've been lit for like 5 summers
I don't fuck with no newcomers
Bitch want my green like a cucumber
In the 4 wheeler yeah it ain't a hummer