9 Outta 9 Kerser

[Verse 1]
My raps is a note, that's a hundred letters
Grew up way different so the cunts won’t get it
While you was at school, you was trying to pass lots
Rates was showing me how to weigh up a half oz
My first choof, I was twelve years old
Felt hooked since then, guess the world is cold
Tip of the iceberg, tip of the iceberg
Will be when the ice burns thinking back, I turned
Sixteen when I lit the pipe
With Boobz at a bus stop 'round Christmas night
Back then, shit you see the crystal move
Uneducated like it was the shit to do
I turned into a rap star, proved them wrong
I ain't need another pipe, give me the doob or bong
I'ma move along call me the business man
'Cause I’m busy, no rest, that's a business plan

[Hook]
Move on, I’m the shinin' bit
Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick
Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it
Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit
Move on, I’m the shinin' bit
Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick
Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it
Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit