[Verse 1: EP] Told the homie Tobias go against grain Same thing in the rap game, cut it on a bias Open mic circuit had to work it with the flyers See it’s never not worth it, even certain quagmires Leave much to be desired, all about how u wired For tastes that be acquired Rappers u admired looking tired No longer inspired, career done expired, fired Not a luck thing, it’s an I don’t give a f** thing Rotator cuff sprain, driving in the truck lane It’ll make you worry worse You don’t make it back, first, for the currywurst mukbang Made him eat the box, she don’t s** wang Dang Transform into an Autobot Mustang ‘Cus its gang [Verse 2: Matter ov Fact] Catch the n***a Matter ov Fact up in Friday's Flip phone in his belt clip turned sideways In a haze with his eyes glazed n***a sticking out his leg Putting out the bait for the accidental thigh graze woo Salivating for a raise Nah dog we ain't waiting for the praise Not phased, never saying it's a wrap Got no Waze app, no map, navigating thru the maze, it's a trap At the Grand Hyatt, showed the bell hop Wyatt a few tracks And he Got a little taken back by it Took a seat and sat quiet Sick to his stomach, now the little brat need a Brat Diet agh Came to give you what you need In the Powerglide two speed Playing Lou Reed French shorty in the blue tweed Know the right temp for sous vide [Hook] D-O-P-P H-O-P-P x8