[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
Do I got a death wish? 'Cause I want a bag like Elon or Warren Buffett
Niggas like me don't get rich without a team owner trying to show me something
Illuminati probably discussing
Trying to figure out, are we disrupting to the status quo or the industry when the Napster has a second coming?
Rap star title need adjusting
Pop star just a little rugged
Make a Rembrandt when I get to sculpting
I just started getting used to starting, now I gotta take a left on Stone Road
No U-turns down Calabasas
Your game six, I perceive as practice
Alice in her looking eyeglasses
Turn a stream of consciousness to cold smashes
Don't got time for niggas being passive
Drama kings, we about that action
Let me know if you start feeling cinematic
Fuck around and hold the beat captive
Back it down through all the mismatches
Throw it back, that's a hard world classic
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
I really miss them old days before the cosigns
I really miss them old days before the road signs
I really miss when I ain't know which way I was supposed to ahead
And I was pressed because my shorty gave me cold signs
I was writing poems about her, dog, in study hall
And she was mad 'cause I was always scared to show her off
And every time she took her bra off, my dick would get soft
I thought I had a problem, stuck my head inside a pillow
I thought I had a problem, stuck my head inside a pillow
I thought I had a problem, stuck my head inside a pillow
My pillow
My pillow
My pillow
My bro told me, "Do better, tie my shoes better"
I'm in my bedroom, think it's better if I tie the noose better
Hey ma, this new cheddar probably won't be here forever
I don't take it for granted, I take it for what it's worth
On the porch sipping fours, my niggas pour their living souls just to get their foot up in the door
Legend knows, y'all crush us like we little boys
Listen up, my niggas just trying to catch up
Now listen up, look
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