Life is what you make of it
I turn the page faster than others
During High School rapper
Already worked with swings and verbal
Bastards who noticed my potential
And quickly tried to kill me
I rejected all their desperate requests
And now I’m looking through the next advertisement brief
Not interested in revealing my house
Cuz I have myself
In order to respect you
I won’t comment on my salary
Go back to 2014
No one knew
Bias is good when there is a twist
I was 24 at show me 4
And I be 26 at season 6
if you combine the media with my insight, it will be big benefit
I’ll cut off all relationships that aren’t worth it
Cuz there’s always a lot of bugs where the light is strong
You get it Fanxy

U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
I DON’T LIKE YOUR FASHION STYLE
Sorry that you’re falling behind

When I’m walking on the street
The decibel level is like Everland
Within the past couple years, I have no more vacation
Oh yeah gentleman
Your girlfriend trembles at my name
Jealousy is bad for your health, get away
My featuring is danger
Hmm I killed a lot of rappers on my tracks
We make make pancake yeah
Your nose will get squashed
Different R&B R&B
I don’t care mainstream or indie scene
We’re too big to go into any system
Year of the monkey crew, FANXY

U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
I DON’T LIKE YOUR FASHION STYLE
Sorry that you’re falling behind

Imma rip it up like a monster, my DNA
Us 92-ers are the most delicious, yummy yummy
Listen before you judge, designer
Now wait wait wait wait wait, it’s dangerous
This is plagiarism
We might get mad hate
Write in the comments, Khalifa loved it
When you sing along, you don’t have to know the lyrics
Don’t wanna be the best but Supreme preme preme is cool
So we slay we slay we slay
Whippin whippin whippin
Feels like I’m Goku, I’m flying
Going around the world, FANXY

U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
I DON’T LIKE YOUR FASHION STYLE
Sorry that you’re falling behind

Get in my 2411
GTS from the back of the green bus
I’m moving tomorrow, I can see the Han River clearly
No more minor like this melody
now I’m fuckin major
Bugs keep flying around me
Where I’m laying on my blankets
Fold it up, fold it up
You’re full of shit, so take care of yourself
Bastards, listen carefully to FANXY YOU
There’s the sound of crickets
Sippin bottles of champagne
After the bottle is opened, no one can touch me
My friends are my armor
I’ll play games with you
My friends will take you on and off
Like a sticker, so fucking easy
We’re one, two, three, four
We can sing gibberish
But we’ll hit #1 FANXY

U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
U CAN’T HANDLE FANXY CHILD
I DON’T LIKE YOUR FASHION STYLE
Sorry that you’re falling behind