It's the type of records that these labels taking loans for
The type of fuel that got them talking up some folklore
So homie get that bag out my face
I'm a full blown genius, what the f** I need coke for
And these labels sign wack sh** cause of YouTube views
And then they albums just sound like true bad news
That's why I'm posted in the studio and [?] brought brews
I make a bunch of artist sad, they the Blue Man Group
I said this beard dumb long, hear me, got the Foo Man Chu
And dank green in the mountain, yeah I do that dew
I listen to opinions like "you so cute"
A&Rs give opinions, "who the f** asked you?"
Ethiopian named Jordan, she my jump man boo
And Visionary got the soul, we the jump man crew
See my father control my bread like Bruh-Man do
Which means I'm jumping over taxes like a stuntman do
And shallow b**hes be like "do me though"
I'm like I got no time, I got run back to the studio
I never been about that groupie flow
I made a bunch of whack rappers get subconscious about they doodie flow
You snoop around my iPhone
You'll find a slight idea that'll have your f**ing mind blown
Raised by J Dilla, Mr. West, and Jay-Z
You fast-forward, I'm conversatin' with No I.D
I was nervous when him and me were speaking because all my tracks were gone
And it was for a record I wasn't f**ing rapping on
I spit for Logic, he was like "yo Bellion, you nice."
After awhile I'm like "f** it, you right."
They thinkin' that they special cause they hot on the mic
'til this kid gave'em pop, money bodies your life
I am fashion, samurais and a**a**ins
Couldn't see me with gla**es
Verses colder than snow like I'm overdosing in Aspen
Doing it just for practice
Then when you hear me rapping, you pray that I was a ba*tard
Because I'm sonnin' kids like I ain't have a father figure
I'll shake your hand cause I've never had a problem witcha
You just a pebble baby, ain't nobody rockin' witcha
I'll give you that Pusha T and put the fear of God up in you