Life is what you make of it
I'm on the next page faster than anyone
During High School Rappers, I was already done working with swings and verbal
Those two had discovered my potential and tried to kill it quickly
I reject all their desperate pleas
and skim through the storyboard for another ad
I'm not interested in revealing my house yeah
Because I have myself yeah
I'll be mindful of your fragile minds
and won't say how much I make yeah
Go back to 2014
No one predicted it
Prejudiced are effective for unexpected twists
I was 24 at Show Me 4 and I be 26 at season 6
Put the media and my sharp eye together
It will be big benefit
I'll cut all my uncomfortable and strained ties completely
Why? Because bugs always swarm around a strong light
You get it? Fanxy
You can't handle Fanxy Child
You can't handle Fanxy Child
I don't like your fashion style
You're all working so hard on falling behind
When I'm walking in the street
The decibel is like that of Everland yeah
Within 1 to 2 years, vacation has completely
disappeared for me
Oh yeah gentleman
Your girlfriend shakes at my name
Jealousy is harmful for your health, get away
My featuring dangerous
Hmm I've killed many rappers on the tracks, ooh
We make make pancake yeah
Your nose is bound to be crushed
Different R&B R&B
I don't care mainstream or indie scene
Us monkeys have become to large
to fit into a certain system. Fanxy
You can't handle Fanxy Child
You can't handle Fanxy Child
I don't like your fashion style
You're all working so hard on falling behind
Imma rip it up like a monster (my DNA)
Us '92 liners are the tastiest (yummy yummy)
Listen for yourself and judge, designer
Now wait wait wait wait wait, that was dangerous just now
Oh, right, this was plagiarized
I might get bashed if I don't keep in line
Write your comments, Khalifa hyung was the shit
and when you're all singing out loud together you don't need to know the lyrics, am I right?
I don't like the best, Supreme preme preme is awesome
So we slay, we slay, we slay
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
It feels like I'm Sun Wukong and the airplane is my Flying Nimbus
Us monkeys will be all over the world. Fanxy
You can't handle Fanxy Child
You can't handle Fanxy Child
I don't like your fashion style
You're all working so hard on falling behind
Get in my 2411
GTS from the very back seat of the green bus
I'm moving tomorrow, I can see the Han river through my wall-to-wall windows
No more minor, like this melody I'm fuckin' major
These bugs are flapping around, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering
Your sheets, your covers and blankets, fold 'em up, fold 'em up, fold 'em up
It's filled with crap, it's filled in your trap, take good care of it
This bastard Fanxy you listen to it closely
Sippin' bottles of champagne
Open up the bottles, no one can touch me
My friends are my shield
Tikitaka tikitaka we play with you
My friends can put you on and take you off like stickers tickers it's fucking easy
Even if we sing a-one a-two a-three a-four
Bbookku bbookku bba hey
We'll still be 1st place. Fanxy
You can't handle Fanxy Child
You can't handle Fanxy Child
I don't like your fashion style
You're all working so hard on falling behind