{Instrumental Intro}
{Verse 1}
Twenty percent of me hates rap, twenty percent of me loves rapping
Ten percent of me likes bad b*tches who hate rap but love when I'm rapping
Twenty percent of me does drugs and twenty percent of me eats fruit
One percent of me eats veggies and my other nine percent will eat you
Raised inside a one home, boy i miss my old room
Before i had my own phone, when i first came out the cold womb
What was on the slow dome, ate my stuff with no spoon
Blank for days I'd just gaze at Grandma play charades I'd frown and throw prunes
Pocket full of money and my chest smoke just dove in a Deadpool taking breast strokes
Don't think that my head's screwed be my guests folks
I swear i got meds glued to my bed post
Learned I can take this even when I don't feel warm