TBH - Brunch lyrics

They say I'm about to be on this year, but I was never off They say I ain't gon' ever blow up, but they f**in' wrong They said I was a pretty boy, but I cut my locks from long They said I was f**in' ugly, now I'm f**in' bald I keep the Android so that they all know I'm real A broke boy from Bethesda, still I p**y k** I gotta watch for Drake, cause all the flows he steals I'm cutting off the fakes, snakes won't even feed me a meal Back when I was hungry, who f**in' had my back? Yeah that man Matt And that's a straight fact Y'all lack the realness, and it's sad to see It's a tragedy, if you don't f** with me Yeah they miss out, but we all so gucci Hop up in a Delorean, test drive it, then I get crooked Sticker slap the Paria, see twelve, and then we book it L.Y.B.B, A$AP Twelvyy, all y'all b**hes shooketh You'd rather see me bummin' dollars for lunch Now I'm taking boujee broads for brunch