[Verse 1] I'm still learning, blunt still burning Just copped the Maserati with Versace power steering They used to have words But now I got none Aquaberry diamonds done froze the tip of my damn tongue Now I can't speak Vocabulary like a geek How the f** I'm 'post to sleep on these Versace powder sheets I'm just slipping and a sliding I'm just i-45n All my shooting guards got TEC-9s in the lining I could be a lion or a kangaroo I done got so high I backflipped over the moon I can't remember what I did Aw sh** look who it is its the white karate kid They wanna call me fake Behind my back They call my cell phone And ask for a couple stack b**h a** rappers and these b**h a** magazines How the f** I ain't on the front of XXL drinking a gallon of codeine Half a million in j**elry got you coming up short Now I'm fixsta burn your a** like a damn Newport Had to take off my school clothes And change into some shorts Now I'm fixing to ball like I played 5 sports I can play lacrosse I can be the boss I can lemon pepper wings like uh Rick Ross Can't take a loss, but I can take a seat Drop top Rolls-Royce as if I played for the Heat Versace on my fork Dunking on you dorks Neon iCON album dropping June 24