I never parlay bet or bring a net
Puffed and bold my little threats
I'm not entitled to the sweat of my brow
But I've been putting in work and girly’s leaving me floundered
Pardon my barnacles
These particles lift me
I'm in all the articles
Look a dude up
And first punk to time warp that wasn't Frank-N-Furt or Doc Brown
I clown thots
Downtown rock big gowns
They ask me why I'm so
I've known some opps, but don't pen pal 'em
Musk ask a pay bud to front 20 top of the month
My mama frontin' some bucks
Because I'm broke as fuck
Emotionally
I'm really broken up
Oh, you're so-so, bruh
No thoughts on a local act
Bratty on the mic and a bitch when you join 'em back
Ay, shut yourself down
I know a way out
Oh, no no no but wait around for what?
Or maybe just to plummet deeper
I'm no sister's keeper
Free flesh
Can hardly 'ford some fucking meat
I'm dropping weight faster than my always missed release dates
Peace, please
I'm better off 6 feet
Join my dead groups
Keep some company in some sleep
Points and 'Quez
Oops, too goof to be true
I'm so, so loose in every single through
I'm so, so loose in every single crew
Passion croaks and I'm like,
"The fuck do I do?"
Wop-A-Din-Din keeps ground when I'm prideful
I've grown too close to swami
He keeps a mouthful
Every little word just gets lost in my pie hole
I'm over it
Coming home and clutching fists
Took my throne and now I have a bone to pick