Chorus : [ jetlagg ]
Weird a** morning, moms is calling
Pops ignored me, now I'm wearing Patrick's shirt (What?)
Cause mine had beer, now I'm zoomin' clear
Call me Sonic, my parent's catholic (huh?)
The maid is knockin, while I'm wearin' boxers and Mark's knocked out in the closet (yeah)
J's in the shower listenin' to some Travi$ Scott while the cig is burning towels (b**h)
Verse 1 : [ jetlagg ]
Pineapple on the bed, sh** I'm waking up like Ted
Next to a girl with brown hair, she probably a 10
And I got caffeine addiction, now I'm solvin' math equations
But Albert told me to solve for E so I became an MC squared (please)
Oh contraire, don't compare
Cause I got the wand from d**hly Hollows
And I ain't even used all of its dump powers
I'm saving it for the Trump Tower
Makin that wig fly away
Hittin' heads with flashlights like Jon Benet
Soundin' like 'Yonce's Lemonade, but I'll be needing first aid kits like Jay wait
I got the 96% of this rap sh**
Teachin' em but they could never get the heat
So they making me a slave like Jesse
f**ed up sh**, all you want is bang bang, gang gang with the AK clips
But I'm all about the mental hits, I'mma let Xavier think
To stop your rhymes I'll robocop your lives
Light up a spliff, smoking you just to get high
You be worried like an addict and time flies
But you'll still be traumatized like Chi-Chi
If you keep skipping Nate's beats (Don't skip em)
If you keep skipping Nate's beats
Chorus
Verse 2 : [ jetlagg ]
We some motherf**ing hungry predators
Going terminator with the Cyclop lazers
On our way to the majors
We just slippin through the cracks
Cause The Game f**ed up, like three Kardashians
Making dough in TV shows just to play rich in big old mansions
Maybe I'mma hold one for ransom, and let her listen to this god damn album!
sh**, it might go platinum that's my tactic
Make em listen to this cla**ic anthem
Then I'll a**a**in the ma**es
And go to the sunset with Scarlett Johansson
But nah, let's keep it realistic
Ain't nobody listenin'
Just a rapper who just trynna make most of it
I've lived here my whole life
And money is the root of conflict
It's been stopping dreams, boring jobs achieved
Making b**hes dig, and Range Rovers is what they wish
I admit, greed is what makes us live
From big 'ol blings to branded things
Trophies and grammies on the shelf
But you can't even define yourself
Let your living justify your wealth
No cape just a vigilante
No Bape I'm just splittin' taxis
Same old kid who don't know what's in store
Trynna be Robin Hood for the poor, for the poor
Chorus 2x
Outro :
Oh, How long have you been away?