[Verse]
Damn, hella unfortunate
Fortunate fame is not the same
When your phase is important but lame
Gotta take this rap shit in small portions
I'm like Mike, who the fuck is up on the court with
I'm attacking the paint because I smell endorphins
Pocket check, pussy boy, I smell endorsements
Them shucking and jiving, JID jumped off the porch
I'm tired of being poor and begging for porridge
I need a Porsche and a crib in the forest
If they try to pop me, watch my eyes squint like Forrest Whitaker
Hit you from a distance
Good riddance, good day, and good business
Get on your [?] while the good is good
God gave me the jewels and I been on my juug with it
The rules be used and abused for you to lose
To lose the choice, don't choose, you in the blues
I move like a criminal, smooth
That can walk on the moon
They waiting for me to pop like bubble gum or balloons
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