#Monkeybars

[Intro: Cal Scruby]

I know you listen every project

Never get the concept

Content too complex, too conscious

Converse context too much to process

All you do is talk shit

[Verse 1: Eazy Mac]

Yeah

It's Eazy, young Frank Sinatra

My car self parks while I drink a vodka

My weed comes from space, you can taste the star dust

I will always win is my favorite mantra (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

You should never play with monsters

You'll end up in a lake or a basement locker

What's on my plate? Steak and eggs and lobsters

What's on this plate? Some amazing pasta

So much food on my chinny-chin-chin

They get in a bad mood when I'm winning-win-win (Yeah)

Sad news for you kiddy-kid-kids

Thinking that you can't lose now it's really grim-grim

Thinking that you're Swae Lee but you're really Slim Jim

Or JayZ but you're really his kids

You're not a boss, I designed the business

You can suck my cock I reply to bitches, and

When you see the size of this dick

It's scientific, not science-fiction

It can touch the clouds yeah the sky's the limits

Plus it's good for you like a vitamin is (Yeah)

They all know I'm high and different (Yeah-yeah)

Never had to try to fit in (No-no)

Raised by Family Guy and Simpsons (Wait)

Wayfair told me buy this infant

Woah-woah-woah-woah, don't go there

Nose hairs burned down from the coke shared

With a groupie in Saint Louis, now we're both staring (Yeah)

Out the window without blinking, thinking thinking, thinking (Think)

All these little pills keep on falling on me (Whoa)

Pick 'em up nice and then call the lobby

(We need more sprite and halal salami)

Lay down now, eat my sausage mommy, ahh

[Bridge]

The money, the power, the gold (The gold)

I've come to devour the vault (The vault)

Roll with a pack of the wolves (The wolves)

You do not matter the most (No)

All of my enemies hoes (Hoes)

We make 'em ghosts (Ghosts)

Slay them like David with stones (Stones)

Get in the spaceship and psew

[Verse 2: Cal Scruby]

Off we go as the rocky roads

The road get rocky, running out of coffee, blow, and Vyvanse

By chance can you spot me though?

Until my soul gets sold, I'll be awfully broke

There's a moral to the story that cannot be told

About the ones on top, how they copied flows

From the rapper that's hot in the spot below

I'll take anybody beef, make a sloppy joe

Okay, take another look at the menu

Never sold out but I sell out the venue

Bottom of the pill bottle tell what I've been through

So every day, I wonder if I wanna continue

Bitches on my telephone tell me to send nudes

I can't now, I'm playing Nintendo with ten dudes

And I'm off of the benzo

My friend Drew's dad got a stash like Gardner Minshew

Long hair looking like a porn star now

I could prolly get a foreign car now just to make 'em say wow

Cal really got his shit together

Least a fucking drug addict but he's rich forever

And it's crazy, his car got crimson leather

He got customs plates, they let him pick the letters

He got a dick implant, the bigger the better

The only girl he can fit in like six foot seven, man look

I know you listen every project

Never get the concept

Content too complex, too conscious

Converse context too much to process

All you do is talk shit, little bitch