We don't walk on the pavement,we don't pay rents
Ain't got no money,still k**ing you from my basement
Uh,swag outfit with a sweater
She say she good and bad but I still out sweat her
I'll rest when I'm dead,I know you hatin' out,stayin' out
But once I blow up don't come askin' for bread
We do it like you never wanted
Next thing to blow up is the youth of an author
When that sh** drops you'll sip drops of Raw Milk
Penny pinches of the money gettin' drought still
Yeah,this sh** is devastating
Everybody quiet when the pen is statin'
Rappers back the f** out,man y'all credits fadin'
I used to be the Procs like fat insaturating
Uh,I'm on a higher pedestal
Get you for teek like Addrenal,some Afan*l
So,who do I copy now? Drake or Lupe?
Whatever,nobody puts true faith in what you say
Uh,I'ma go in one more time
You want more rhymes where the sun don't rise
I know,you expect a whole theme while you get false streams like me
One more guy..