Lyrics
Ayo, listen up you motherfuckers
Ay, let 'em talk, I sit back and I laugh at 'em
Old heads salty 'cause I'm really running laps at 'em
Or laps on 'em, like a bad lung, I collapse on 'em
Shout out wack features when I passed on 'em
Protect your brand, be a man like my grandfather
Quit crying 'bout a algorithm and just rap harder
Y'all are babies, y'all are draining like my bath water
When I'm done cleaning and I'm fresh like there's cast on it (yeah)
That's a Big Boi and 3 Stacks reference
Now bow to the king, get them knee caps tested
Ay, spiritual gangster, that's me
I aspire to inspire, don't clap or blast, hear me
Did a track with Caskey and that's the black sheep
Manifested that connect, matter of fact, it's that deep
The internet a great place but it's also a dark one
Ironically the darkness is where I go get my art from
Dark rum the elixir that I use to drown my sorrows in
Catching Z's leaving me exposed more than Zoro's chin
Uh, this the story of a foreign kid
Been trailblazing like I played for Portland down in Oregon, bitch
Made a bit of money off this rap shit
Really thought I was somebody off this rap shit
Been to a lot of countries off this rap shit
Been a student, been studying this rap shit
Rap shit
Rap shit
Rap shit
Rap shit
Shit, it's seriously been a good rap year
How do you make me tired? I'm yawning, I take a nap here
So much better than, so ahead of 'em, it's a lap year
If the criteria was skill, I'd always get a grant here
But shout out to the grants that I did get
Now I'm getting photographs snapped by little Windex
Catching planes to LAX and pulling up to film sets
With first class WestJet tickets, I'm feeling real blessed
Yes, I'll send the bar with the professor
Then we hit the hills with Affion Crockett in his Tesla
Or talking to Doc Dre, I'm just watching as he texts him
Shit crazy, but that is just so Hollywood, it's messed up