So you thinkin you a edgy Mothaf**a wit yo been trill
No rent to pay and yo granny pay yo phone bill
These Mothaf**as 22 live like they 16
Ain't nothin urban bout a outfitter hypebeast
No identity
Sittin around re-tweetin tweets
From yo favorite rapper you found out about like last week
Keep it trendy like a p**y b**h you oughta be
The schema da posse puttin all yo fans to f**in sleep
So once you hit 11 likes you a king
p**y be beggin for you I see
I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily
Bury yo head in the ground and then don't come out
Betta sort yo f**in life out
There's more to life than hittin synthetic d** till yo lights out
When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible was told to read it
I took it home to my pops He threw it in the trash and yelled don't you even
That begun my life as a heathen
Questioning everythang
Especially trends among other sh** keepin the population contained
sh** Don't mean a thang
If you got no money no p**y no weed
Long as you got 11 likes, you won't lose any sleep
sh** Don't mean a thang
If you got no man, no cash Oh well
Long as you got 11 likes you won't hate yo self