Helen Keller

Blow up
 Bitch we bout to blow up
 It's looking like some Mentos and some fucking diet soda
 Blow up
 Bitch we bout to blow up
 Shout out them the bad boy Mace and Diddy couldn't hold us
 Fuck everything that you say the click you claim
 TYL and Notez Muzik kick this bitch off like Liu Kang
 I'm so over all them bitches fishing for some fame
 Why the hell you play on Instagram this ain't a game
 Okay I'm from New Jersey never was a fan of the Nets
 Homie I be repping my home state and I think I'm up next
 They shouldn't let us in cause me and Ken Riff cutting nets
 Okay they let you do that shit when you win championships
 Helen Keller could see the shine
 This flow of mine it ain't a dime a dozen
 I got a dozen dimes and some Louis luggage
 About to puddle jump across the fucking ocean
 Go see my homies in Mansfield
 Son my mans real and thats true shit
 You a sloth like Winnie the Pooh bitch
 And your whole crew filled with piglets
 I just need me that thick bitch that let me hit it like anytime
 I just need me that down bitch that roll spliffs do splits like all the time
 I live in LA but I stand up for Jersey
 I can't hear your words and your lyrics can't hurt me
 Some people say that my home state is dirty
 But you only know bout a show ain't that scary
 By the show ain't that scary
 I hate ya mug and I hit you with flurry
 Mental or physical you couldn't hurt me
 I'm blocking ya shots just like Marc-Andre Fleury
 They say I got fire but I release fury
 And I know when to use it
 This life a facade
 So I stick to the music