Lyrics
Watashi, watashi, watashi, hey
Phew! My belt is so tight
I put on those American Eagles on right
Lookin' at the ceiling, laying down after the fight
I'm just layin' low for now, at least my jeans so fly
Body fit so perfect to her narrow hip spine
Gotta pay attention 'cause my life is on the line
Music is my everything, it means the world is mine
Woofer in the hummer, yeah, she like my vocal type
These boys, they don't know me like my crew they got my back
Got myself a Wizard Wand, I'm surely gon' attack
HowToMakeAName is spitting fire on the track
2026 I got my pocketknife and strap
Off a red bull mixed with sprite, need a nap
Feelin' like a zombie in this suburbia trap
Turning 17 I'm like a monster, need it bad
Corner you alone, you know what we all think of rats
Ice cold troops marchin' like marksmen
My heart thump like boombap Rakim
Wake up based and born '09
"Too young to rap" this art is mine
Don't call my phone, just now it died
Rapper, nah artist proper title
I'm posted up, you steal styles
You steal styles
This that true Wizard Music
2026, got my hat, don't refuse it
I feel so much bliss in my heart, don't confuse it
Love my wand color, like the trees, I abuse it
Who really cares what they think of your music?
This is my sound, I won't let you influence
I don't really hate, or make jokes, it's all true
I don't even got a spot, so you cannot follow through
I'm not really gonna drop, I don't even follow you
Taking pics on Instagram so all your friends say that you're cute
Yeah, it wouldn't matter anyway if that's just all you do
I can really name 11 ways why I never text you