[Intro]
b**h, you ain't gotta say sh**
Leanin' I'm, dreamin'
I don't think
I might be goin' back to my space ship
[Verse 1]
Adidas with the Velcro on 'em
Why Chester give 'em hell so often
More gold, I sound like a bell shop
Hella ILoveUgly in the mailbox
[?] sketch n***as
My homies told me "Get a TEC n***a"
I ain't get a TEC, I got some more checks
It might've made my head bigger
When it comes to [?] you can't project figures
Need a lot of bucks, I got a lot of b**hes
Wanna f** me over, make a lot of children
Got some luck from clovers, born in March I'm chillin'
Like the arctic villain or your arch nemesis
On the parchment scriblin' spells, drunk as f**
It's hard to finish, so it's hard to wish
When it was hard to hate him now it's hard to trust him
While I started talkin' louder had to choice
Nü Age started f**in' wilin' out and hating
Hatin', hella f**in' salty, I ain't with it
Wasted as f**, don't be wasting my time
Only smokin' on the loudest, it's the fragrance
Xanax poppin' [?], power movin' plays and
I will never make you sour losers famous
f** you, feel like you waistin' my time
[Hook]
Goin' up
I get it, I get it
Goin' up
I get it, I get it
[Verse 2: Chester Watson]
I'm rollin' up dutches, you rollin' up swishers
What the f** is that? Two different n***as
I'm 'bout the art and I'm all about grips
No matter who else in the picture, you takin' an L cause you know we won't mention
Might call the clones and the henchmen
Rollin' up the doja and blow it no incense
[Outro]
Blowin' up
I get it, I get it