[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm in the booth, I only speak what's real in here
Only 18, and already a millionaire
That's the truth, if you remove all your stereotypes
And I never got onto your stereo hype
Cause I don't write what the stereo like
But still got paid for my sh**, and that was memorable
So I guess my n***a, I'm professional
And yeah i f**ed the world, but that p**y wasn't pleasurable
Just tryna rack them greens like a farmer with 'em vegetables
But I can't say that, cause them 100 dollar bills are f**ing blue
Cause they don't buy happiness they just buy the f**ing blues
And that's motherf**ing true
[Verse 2]
I said, I f** with that
Homies on them bucket hats
Just like Q
f** the technicalities, cause inside i'm like you
Whether or not I like you
n***a walking back from high school
Get pumped lead, cause he ain't a white fool
Sounds exaggerated huh? n***a, but it's quite true
And I don't drink, cause liquor won't k** the pain the way a pipe do
A wooden one
Full of Buddha buds
Nothing processed unnaturally
But maybe I'm still k**ing myself and that's the f**ing technicality
Like why shoot yourself with a silenced gun
Cause either way you'll be dead when the sirens come
100 dollar bills are f**ing blue
Cause they don't buy happiness they just buy the f**ing blues
[Verse 3]
And tell santa, that weed is on my wishlist for Christmas
And I'm behind these bars, like i'm bar-tending to all my listeners
Or like a prisoner
Who got a pen and pad as his only visitor
This is just a note to self
A n***a cannot die on the road to hell
Nor can I die broke as hell
I can't die with a pack of dope to sell
And I can't die 'till the world thinks i'm f**ing dope as hell
And there ain't no right or wrong
But I like to right my wrongs
When I f**ing write my songs
After I light my bong
And my nights are long
Caused by graphic dreams
Of f*ggy teens
In baggy jeans
So i'm finna cover the cover of that magazine with magazines
Then kick back and spark up this magic tree
Cause I done have the f**ing worst stress
Feeling worthless
Been shat on like a birds nest
That is why I burn cess
Like a f**ing furnace
'Till i'm pa**ed out in the back seat
Of a taxi
With my n***a Max. E
Never f**ing rap on them dance beats
Keep it one hunnit, and I f**ing run it like an athlete