[Skit]
*Heavy breathing*
Bring your ass back here!
Bro, I tell you…
Just where the fuck you think you goin', n***a? (Fuck you goin', man?)
Fuck you think you goin'?
N***as is actin' different, you know?
Bring your ass
From the greener grass again

[Verse 1]
Told myself I wasn't made for the dish rag
Went to DC, and dropped funnel in my zigzag
Dip pass, givin' them Spanish Mommies whiplash
Grip ass, break 'em off fast like a Kit-Kat
Flip that, make it double up, we could split that
Chit chat, free holdin' motherfuckin' lips back
Sit back, give you that game in the gift wrap
If you really want it, write it down, you could get that
This that motherfuckin' feel good
When the rap hit your soul like it still should
Back when n***as did other shit than pop Xans
Back when rap wasn't made for the pop fans
In the party, gettin' faded, fuck politickin'
Walk in, hoes lookin' like they baller stricken
I ain't ballin', but it's funny how it work, though
They hear the flow and they be knowin' that I'm worth more
Then all the shit they tried to play me with
When they was eatin', all they let me do was babysit
I give a fuck about you n***as on the shady shit
'Cause word 'bout another n***a never made me shit, bitch!
I gotta get it, get it, I got it, that's on God
So everytime I spit it and flip it, they gon' nod
The people tell me I really kill it, I go hard
So Imma need to chill in the villa with Goyard
And all this pain and shit that I thrive from
I heard the best art is the shit that you die from
I'm livin' out the lines and the rhythm of my drum
I be searchin' in my heart for the arc when the tide come
I, shit heal, that’s the manic aesthetic
Everything I ever felt, you could bet it, I said it
I be duckin' all the bullshit, it's deeply imbeded
They thinkin' rap n***as real 'cause they read it on Reddit
Forever indebted to rappers who preservin' the real
N***as talkin' aggressive with them conservative feels
So whenever I'm rappin', it got a certain appeal
'Cause even hurtin' for meals, I was never hurtin' for deals
I just hurt my fingers with snappin', snappin' the neck of a rapper
Man, I'm the best of you bastards, you're just professional slackers
Got the bite of a raptor, peep the height and the stature
You can see that I'm master, my shit was meant for the masters
Burn bridges just to make heat
No playin', man, you n***as better take seats
And I ain't with the corny rappin' or the fake beef
See you makin' moves, now the pussies wanna make peace
Well, damn, peace to 'em, man, I wish 'em the best
Just give me that ten Mil', you could give 'em the rest
Everybody wanna get it 'til they feelin' distress
Ride through the part of town where you needin' a vest
It ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
Got me feelin' like fluid, I just go with the flow
Inhale, exhale with a throat full of dope
Probably burn the whole thang just to cope with the mope
Can't keep a chap down, 'cause we built to last
Toast to the brave-hearted, please tilt your glass
Make a livin', not a beat, and the odds beatin' the clock
Why you at the crib watchin’ the game beatin' your cock?
I was runnin' through the wild, now the n***a lookin' handsome
Can't no motherfucker tell me I ain't really the man
N***a lookin' handsome, can't no motherfucker tell me I ain't really the man
[Interlude]
Fuck you mean?
Boy (Shit)

[Verse 2]
And as the wave continues, we pack venues
In hopes to fix our surroundings
From shootings and drownings and misery that was certainly loved my company
Buck could never comfort me so I must go
Far beyond my zone of comfort and familiarity
'Cause tranquility's ranned in me, as a youth, I swear to be
All I could be as we move from project barracks to military bases
To college campus and back again
Where they take young n***as and pack 'em in
That mental packagin' that'll have you slangin' crack again
It's a goddamn shame, you a goddamn lie
It's a goddamn shame, and you a goddamn lie
Must be goddamn high for trippin' out your goddamn mind
N***a, got me fucked up