No Idea

[Verse 1] Low, gotta go, this breezy I gotta chill Ammonia, ill Getting [?] with a pill I'm sick and cold, deliria little drifty I read a new era with these 59Fifty Old people told me my style was so nifty And they ain't heard this great since their 40's and 50's And I'd be this ill in my 40's and 50's, fuck man A kid, being this [?] [?] with me Until this one's got allergies, why not ask him? I'd pay a dollar check, off of ya Nikes Tennis so high, that I feel stupendous Lil' rhymey, and my ugly game horrendous Really held up like rubber band suspenders Too bad it ain't contagious to spit in, from Linsa Got me mixed up like Vic to Mensa Just got the best from him, likе Euphrates, it's uh [Interlude] Yeah so, so, so, nothing Katie comеs up to me We watch some movies, and she said, "Chano, man" "These other rappers sick, but I swear man" "You eatin' up all the rappers in the game" Heh, I looked at the same thing and I said "Katie, you have no idea" [Verse 2] It's ya bro on the day, it's ya feast down [?] street Shit still sweet, so I know it ain't shit for free Hit ya weight up, ya still counting calories It's put ya style up, [?] Every-every rapper here, you can never-ever tell how bad [?] You got beef, I turn it into patties, [?] I'm just sayin', yes, the taste of defeat Delectable rappers on the label, on this for treats I'm glad things are how they used to be [?] [?] [?] [?] [Interlude] Yo, people think this is easy If ain't what I'm doing is like [?], I swear I just got one last thing to say to y'all Having no money is easy, you have no idea It's hard being reckless, why do you still---