Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa Ayy Watchin' Hitchcocks 'til I drift off Woke up to this beat and let this shit knock She wan' give top 'til my dick soft Clockwork every week, and it's like tick-tock I just hit Atlanta, I got 2for with me In the cockpit, I might just take him to Pluto with me If Bruno hit me, we might have to fuck with Mars And they don't wanna hear me sing, they told me rap those fuckin' bars Well, alright Trust, I ain't forgot how to do it I been in hibernation tryna fuckin' stockpile this music I heard the shit that y'all been droppin,' it's monotonous to me You got a mic inside your room, well, see, that's not how you use it Y'all fuckin' suck Keep your distances from me They should've warned y'all, don't be fuckin' with that kid from Kentucky I know some hipsters in my city won't admit that they love me 'Cause back when they were my age they wasn't shit except ugly (y'all are ugly as shit, bro) Chandeliers swingin' through my comfort zone Standing here thinkin' how we gonna blow She got the manicured fingers with the butt to go with it Jeans fitted, yeah, she colder than the London snow And as for me, I'm just a young one Walkin', talkin' hundred motions with about a hundred flows I've been tryna find the next step to make my best friends rich And you been sittin' around wonderin' if the blunt is rolled Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams Blown away by a coincidence and wonder what it means Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read Like the universe gon' have my back in 2017 You ain't 'bout shit Feelin' like I'm Reggie Miller, down six Doin' 90, lookin' out for undercover Crown Vics Flying out the city, payin' zero dollars roundtrips Saw her take a picture of me, told her take it down quick Bitch, I'm from the Lou' And they know me when they see me ever since I was in school I should shout-out to my father, know they peep me handle business All you really gotta know is that I get it from that dude Shootin' from the Nazareth We shootin' for that platinum hit It's Jack from out the Highlands, goin' stupid on these tracks again I'm movin' with a pack of kids and supervisin' acid trips Rappers gettin' worse, I think they usin' too much Actavis It's cool, though I'm just a guest inside the house of a culture that ain't mine And I'm just blessed to be around These kids be talkin' 'bout what's trash Man, I swear that y'all got some nerve How you gon' be most opinionated from the suburbs I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown with the windows down Ridin' 'round while the stars out and the garden out This the wrong tree to bark down Finally snapping on these hoes, and I don't need no hard count, damn