Twenty-five hundred plus a couple utilities Fuck it, I'll play it just to keep the tranquility Fuck it, I love ya, I'll do anything for you 'Cept settle down with you I don't want nobody grillin' me Y'all boys' lame shit killin' me Need to be reintroduced to humility I ain't lookin' for no hip-hop credibility Give a fuck who feelin' me, I'm feelin' me I'm really him, I'm really that remedy Himothée Chalamet, pretty girls salivate On the low, off the grid, in the cut, out the way My prime's in full swing like a Callaway I need a dime every dollar New Balance makes Ain't 'bout to let the world take my smile away People that betrayed me don't even fuckin' know that I know It's somethin' that I just file away Lost a few M's on the festival Okay, and I can't wait to do the second one All these little high heels sittin' in the vestibule Woke up to her best friend sleeping on the sectional Fans still say they miss Jack with the spectacles Last project, I was givin' you conceptual Next project, I'll be givin' you exceptional Fuck everybody, got me on some pansexual Julie Greenwald askin' if I'm on schedule Label ready for the next record, I'll let you know 'Bout to ask Ed Sheeran what they gave him Last time that he went to renegotiate the decimals Every day I grow a little less accessible Less of a people pleaser, less flexible More simplistic, soulful, less technical The world's my oyster, I'm 'bout to get my dog a Perpetual I don't know why some of y'all skeptical Maybe 'cause we got the same passion, but you never went professional I just know it's somethin' 'bout me that's detestable New G-Wagon, that bitch is electrical The hate got to me, but I had to act straight Like I'm tryna seem hetero Used to kill locals, now the crime scene federal I'm proud of what we done, but I'm tryna be better though 'Cause I don't think I've really made nothin' incredible Lot of hard verses and a couple regrettable As far as big records go, yeah, I got a few of those But I ain't done nothin' indisputable Maybe I'm delusional I just left the old me's funeral I would turn the camera on and give you more of me like I used to do But somethin' 'bout it don't seem suitable Somethin' 'bout selling myself feels so juvenile Four hundred degrees out, my knees out walking 'round Louisville Life's beautiful when every impulse you have is quite doable I'ma keep tellin' the truth as per usual