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