Young Mula

Frount lawn when I clam my turf

Thing should had turn,

Now you f-ck with the boy

Then I bet a nigga dying when I bang my nerf

Ya'll don't know me little sweet little pedder

With the feet of the league

And the teeth of a beav

And the ec of a ceave

Where defeat is recieve

I grew up in a city

That never sleeps

You no me, then I leve then I

Does flow like a rollo