Got a lil sneeze from the Betty white
Need at least $100 for a beat
And you pennywise bitches
I walk around in my MTV Pumas
Making these hits did it all on computers
Speaking french to the stewardess
I don't speak it fluently
Truthfully they owe me more than they're giving me
They owe me more than they split with me
Look in the sky and I have an epiphany
Typically I don't give a fuck about a bitch
I make something shake if I have to
Got a reputation as a nice guy
But I never was the right guy
I could get you now if I wanted to
You could get a text if you're lucky
But i'm probably kinda busy
With whoever I been running thru
But I'm an academic for my parents
When I finish this degree
Bet a rack I'm disappearing
This the only fuckin' song
I don't need a sample clearance
Hailing from what you cant comprehend
If they take me out tomorrow
Take the elevator down just to meet them in the lobby
I don't want the top if you ain't bout to make it sloppy
And I need my space, tell that boy he better
Sliding in the dm's for a repost
I can't last a minute thru your songs
It's like every time I drop
I got bangers in my files
Different flavors in the bong
Getting faded that's a long day
Shut your mouth and let the song play