We're gonna get in with the skit from Grips, live from jail

Yeah, go jigga
Listen, I put my thoughts together
They can call me December
'Cause I'm sutting like that sorta weather
Born clever
Guess what, I can be the best forever
I go hard, it's a fact
I ain't heard nutting better so I figured I'm the master of rap
Searching, barge in the trap but I don't say names
Real talk, I just laugh when I'm back
Know shit going
They can smell me like a cheapskate
On the wing, sweet chicks know the ting locked for a big case
I'm a rage guy still, any chit, guys boxed up, they get this a lot of time
Bottom line, I'll get sticks like [?] man I wasn't lying
Talk crud, put piece in necks
[?] blood brother, I don't [?]
I go nuts, baby I'm in jail 'cause of so much
[?] like a train on the tracks
And this pain what I chat, I found out that this game's full of raps, stacked from the fizzy
Make cats [?]
[?]
Yeah I'm a mad yout'
Ay