[Verse]
If my life is a movie, then that shit is borin', I do not involve with drama (Nah)
But I'm still quoted more than the fuckin' Dalai Lama (Ha!)
This for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin', "Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
This for all The Maury Show contestants who really are the father (Damn)
This for the bitch with the hydroflask instead of the bottled water (Facts)
I don't need a fucking alma mater to make my alma mater (Wait what?)
I mean my alma matter (Uh)
I'm looking at they angry face, mistake it all for laughter (Yeah)
I'm throwing laterals with life, ain't dropped the ball, but I just toss it backwards (Damn)
And in the face of every open door, I'm walking backwards
The signs more encrypted than Stalin's passwords (For real)
My enemies must like Kendrick Lamar's DAMN. album, the way I got 'em talking backwards
"Please check your DM's!" Nah, bitch, I would have to follow back first
It's not gon' happen, but looking back, I have fallen faster
Gave so many pages of my life to them, that I lost some chapters (Facts)
Yeah, they don't want a friendship (No)
They wanna spot on that private jet and they friend's ship (Friend's ship)
Yeah, bitches see me hold my tongue and it make 'em all wanna French kiss (Haha)
Want my bread to have some drip, I asked the chef for French dip (Facts)
Yeah, I'm hispanic, but she fuck me like I'm a French man (Bonjour, bitch)
I'm graduating, but I act like I'm a fucking freshman (Haha!)
Just to raise they expression when my name is mentioned (Uh-huh)
I always meet the deadlines, never banged an extension
Never claimed to be anything but great, and I meant it (Brrr!)
The other day, I asked God why He made an exception (Why?)
Or did He rig it like Russians did invading elections?
These my favorite questions (Yeah)
This the shit I prayed and stressed when depraved and neglected, making impressions (Huh?)
I must've made an impression, I think I stayed for a second too long (Yeah)
Made an impressive new song, came to collect my dues on
Checking my name, like luggage (Yeah), my plan came with coverage (Facts!)
Yeah, put that shit in a fucking mausoleum
My numbers so high, even God can see 'em (Haha!)
I mean God can see everything, but He can really see it (For real!)
I just jumped into the game, I fucking Philly D'd it ([?])
Sorry, I been missing class, I been too busy teaching (Haha!)
Nah, ain't nobody spitting facts, they been too busy reaching (For real)
Man, I just went and talked to Genius, dropped a billboard
Shot a vid and hit the charts, so you could say it's been a busy weekend (Hoo!)
Fuck everybody in the comments who going, "Say it faster!" ("Please!")
I don't give a shit, Playboi Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A SoundCloud rapper, not a thought for the art" (No)
Well, check a year later, those rappers at the top of the charts (How?)
So, check the program, old man, time to get hip with it
They still judging my song by the platform used to distribute it (Yeah)
Have I surpassed the status of a YouTube rapper, or set the bar? (Yeah)
One of the other, so let's decide what the records are (Facts!)
Can't decide what my message is, can't provide 'em with every part ([?])
Can't define it or align with a specific sound without heading far off (Uh)
I got stylistic ADHD (True)
This probably the longest I've rapped on the same beat
And when I say 'on the beat', I mean that shit loosely, I mean that shit moves me (Hahaha)
I mean it never gets through to me, it drifts through me (Drifts through me)
Check the television again (Huh?)
Think I just decided I'm ready to be the man, yeah ([?])
Huh, think I'm ready to be the man (Yeah)
Graduating with a mill', I got everything in my hand ([?])
I've done everything that I planned, I'm too calculated for calculus (Brrr!)
Got you shaking when you fucking dream, I'm sleep paralysis (Hoo!)
Since the album hit, I've been stackin' chips tryna balance shit (Uh)
Really pulling strings, got my fingers covered in calluses (Haha!)
Yeah, think I'm ready to be the hottest (Hot, hot!)
Cop Versace to replace all the skeletons in my closet ([?])
Chilling with grapes in my mouth, ain't that divine? (Brrr!)
Still got three years before I can legally have a glass of wine (Hoo!)
I'm like a tax bracket; I make a class divide
And classify my raps and rhymes as the blood of a mastermind (Mastermind)
These artists lack the grind, don't have the time to write they tracks and lines
I mix and master mine, so before I draw it, get back in line (Haha!)
Try to block my shine, but I make 'em look like a bad curtain ([?])
Ain't that certain, a fast return, now I'm back working (Uh)
That's an understatement, like saying Hitler's a bad person (What?)
Or like Shane Dawson saying he's more of a cat person (Ooh!)
Yeah, I treat every single verse like it's my last verse, and
I've been carrying so many tracks that my back's hurting (Oh!)
I'm back, lurking more awkwardly than your dad flirting
Cutting up a beat till it's bloody, like I'm a bad surgeon
[Outro]
(Oh, shit) Uh
That was four minutes of bars!
