[Verse: Cae Jones]
Feeling raw, really feeling raw
Putting on, till my homies rich as Quan
Dropping bars, like a nervous prisoner but wait a minute pause
Spitting so ridiculous, I'm tripping menopause
Oh my gosh, so appalled, Imma ball
With these sixteens I'm Pau Gasol
Only 18 finna be a star
Outfit clean like out of a magazine I'm rocking designer jeans like what you on
Steady thinking 'bout my green I'm a fiend probly beez wit the team
I'm a freak I'm a beast I'm bullying the beat like I'm mean
And they scream when I beez on the scene
From the windows to the wall (yeah!)
So gnar when we get it jumpin', ball hard like my girl dumped me
Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot and they all phony like what?
Hold up, you wasn't around for the come up, in the studio till the sun up
Homie you funny my brothers all bout getting money and you ain't bout nothing
So end of discussion you think that we bluffing and we get to bussing
You softer than muffins I ain't even cussing I'm just tryna stunt for my family and cousins like...
I just want Rick Owens and Bathing Ape clothing all over my body
Or some all gold slugs like don't believe me just watch me
Try to copy but they not me like, why do that?
When you could just, follow me at not me...that was a little sloppy I'm
Getting a little co*ky...off beat
Salty? probly cause I kamikaze beats in the morning while I'm yawning
That's alarming beg your pardon you thought I wasn't bout it?
That's a trip, I mean my name's already worth a thousand
Tell my homies keep their patience, Tell my dad I'll be amazing
Tell the city we gon'make it...
And you can put that On Me