All the credit cards are comin for my money
matter fact these days, everybody wants something from me
i think i would prefer that we keep it under wraps
cause a lapse in concentration leads me straight to the rats
but i pass em with poignant skill
what’s it cost for a boy to shill
taking some losses, on king of the hill
if you’re talking to me you’re receiving a bill
pens and notebooks like i was scheming to kill
my invoice is too nice, just cool off like sushi rice
Drive in movie, boogie nights
Mark Wahlberg; booty tights
Tighty whites; reserving flights
lean seats back; overnight
can you all just shutty for a minute or 5


my preworkout is the same as my post supplement
burning green matter so my rhymes will stay succulent
go on, stay perplexed, wonderin what the fuck he meant
i’m in a power boat trailing rubber duckies at a sport event
drying cushions in the sun
i do this all for fun
and when it’s over then i’m done
no guns drugs, or money please, i do this for the stimulation
not pleased with where i’m stationed, on statement to statement
gets my nervous system baking
never been into faking just call when you have the payment


staying away from xanax for my sanity
ask me what my problem is, it’s vanity
i’m on the porch sleepin, flip flops like sean hannity
we need a new political party
impose a tariff on everybody wearing carties

and if it rocks, let it rock
keepin it underground, down low in your sock
and i ain’t really got nothing to hock
or that i wanna let go at mr money offa monroe
it’s foco, did you kno doe?
plaster up my face like (SLOMO)
who’s at his place workin? (SLOMO)
walking erectus, yes homo
jumpn on the beat call me robo
coppin 4 16ths in a week, that’s a quarter, G
brought it home tout suite, let it burn usher’s on the tv
Let it burn, usher's on the tv

Made it pretty far for a kid that coulda been a preemie
Getcha eyes checked, always acting like you didn't see me
I'm so cold, check my blood temp, it's under freezing
Long walk off a short pier
Unh
Crossing borders, I'm a wild deer
Unh
Call me up, I'll be right there
But my ringer's on mute, I'll be finding out later
I missed it
This would be drastic, a tisket a tasket
Download my next beat and bump on the tablet
Lately I've noticed. I've been on this rap shit
And my mother taught me there's no sense in mastering
But being the best, even in your own mind
While my dad taught me young I had to keep some eyes behind
Levitating off the back of my head, when you're on your own grind
There's always someone wanting to see your progress go dead.