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

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[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---