Life is not narrative driven
The lack of sandbox construct is troubling for you scary niggas
The last shadow in Plato's cave hole showed percocets and sex offenders
I kept my eyes closed and "yes yes ya'll"ed forever
Clever elocation purveyor, I flip verbs with a boujee behavior
Always got some shit to say like a Okayplayer hater
Rappers look goofy like Yoshimitsu minus the saber
when trying on my flavor I oughta put a real on disclaimer
these size 14's ruin dreams
dwarf egos like Boykins, don't toy with him
(don't toy with him bro)
Paving my own lane like Albert Ayler,
These bells and prophecies is my only paper
I just quit my job, I ain't got no deal
Whatchu gon do now? I ain't got damn Cleo
Broken Social Scene, I forgot how to people
I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it (x2)
Whoa
This is not This Is Heat, but it's close
You do it for the clout, you looking like a hoe
We charging hypebeasts hella extra at the door
I do it from the soul, ay these beats go for payroll
Vilian with the million dollar voice throw
Red and Gold, Red and Gold, Red and Goooollldddd
McDonald dollar menu all my post shows
Life slow like Poyo poyo (ay)
Rappers stress over promo (ay)
Instagram be ensembles (ay)
My real life like a lotto (ay)