[Verse 1: Cucho Bandito]
Spit sick, oh I hope you catch it
School full of tools, hallway chatter 'bout the ratchets
Doubted me now they saying I'm about it
Can't make mistakes because I'm always rapping
Damn sh** was strange last year
Worked all summer Book-store chashier
My close friend f**ing shot himself
So I drink shots and go f** myself
Thinking f** my health
At the beach, on my knees
Screaming "God won't help."
But now it's better. Wool over vision
Women, take off my sweaters
And now I go and get her
These verses hold my soul like my old shoe dresser
f**ed up on my first green pasture
I thought about the future while time moved backwards
I didn't like it. I felt too righteous
So now on these tracks is the only time I light sh**
Seems to be loved ones leaving me
But I know all these nerds still believe in me
String theory, big banging on computer screens
Make Change like seasoning. They seen in me:
Atilla
Frieza
A Hungary f**ing Ceaser
They say I'm not Nas
Till I turn these tracks to Ether
Light a j up. Take the lay up
Hit the backboard. But still make the playoffs
Make some office space, Y'all getting laid off
Pack of wild dogs, Heard full of based gods