SINCERELY, XEN Craig Xen

[Intro]
Tired of these (...) while I rise up
(...) from the H but I don't clutch on the styrofoam
I'm wired up, bitch I'm fired up, send em... ay
Ay, ay, ay hol' up, ay wassup
Ay, ay, hol' up, wassup, ay, ay

[Verse]
Niggas throw us out, knowing motherfucking well I inspired em
I'm tired of them niggas talking down while I rise up
Yeah I'm from the H, but I don't clutch on the styrofoam
I'm wired up, bitch I'm fired up, send them firetrucks
Xen, I dropkick a nigga off a hoverboard
Go to court, get the case dismissed, shoutout my lawyer, boy
I hold the toy, had to sell it down while I wrote this for your friend
Hypebeast, SoundCloud faggot, fucking internet wave-riding
Cowabunga surfer boy
Septum piercing, skinny jeans saggin', motherfucking punk
Clone-ass, Karo four-pouring, Instagram posting, follow-ratio-obsession-ass motherfucking niggas
Say, man you got me pissed
Every time I be online I see the same fucking shit
Bitch, quit asking me to fucking feature on some shit
Cause you know I'm feeling heat, you just want up in the mix
Fuck is this? Fuck you think I am? Fuck you thought this was, boy?
Love, I got none, cause no love was shown to me
Dumb bitch, run when you see me in your club
Getting buck with enough energy to flip a hundred fucking trucks