Everyday I dress my ass off
Sharper than some cat paws
Never leave my house without some change from the cash drawer
Trynna get the cash vault
Kickin all these raps out
When i rap Im dead ass
These rappers just ass out
I pack loud ash clouds all over my room
Too high, too young and the blunts too full
Skinny jeans, no shirt
Find me howling at the moon
Call me young Micheal J, teenage werewolf
A teenage werewolf
You said that you were eatin but Im feastin, where you?
Seventeen, coolest motherfucker out, how you do?
With the tip of my hat and the tap of my shoe
Fuck you
So scholar-like 
Dont know what tomorrow brings so welcome it with open wings
Theres not a person that can tell you what the future holds
So dont fuck it up, remember life is fragile
But its too late, Im on a roll
High with my friends trynna get that on a row