and i wear my shades in the house. (freestyle)

Yeah

Shit I don't know what else to say

We eating Tiramisu

We dropping that shit on the ground

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

You could never

The art of the artery

This album got a worm in it

Talk to em

Yeah, yeah

Okay my Wisdom Tooth never got took cause I'm a smart nigga

Don't get it twisted cause I'm gifted in the arts nigga

I play the role and ain't audition for the part

So if you listening

My vision ain't no different for the charts nigga

Star in what?

The script is part of us

Called the cut

Another bargain struck

Hardest luck

Can't fall in love with honey

But don't talk about no money

'Fore you get me hard as fuck

I could hardly give a fuck bout what these little niggas see

Telling me how to take a screen but is them little niggas me?

If it's a film or it's a scene

This shit ain't really as it seems

Look at the man who's on the camera

And remember what it means nigga

Error, warning

You have left the bounds of the exhibition

Bounds of the exhibition

Error, error

These motherfuckers be posting videos and songs like

Uh, oh, uh

This the motherfucking Blame It On the Trón Freestyle

Nigga that wasn't a fucking freestyle

Nigga you pre-wrote that shit

Then just spit it on a fucking camera

I don't really get where these motherfucking rappers like

They don't wanna freestyle anymore

It's like

We ain't got no more niggas that can really fucking spit off the top of the dome

Ion be up in no Beamer, Benz or Bentley to fuck

Shit, my demeanor 'bout to be the thing to get me a cut

Shit I'm living it up

And when the manager calls

I only talk to God at all

So tell that nigga hit him up

Y'all lil shit be watered down

Tell that nigga walk around

Look what I did in my city

I'm the talk of the town

I'm off the Charlie Brown

Prolly round eighty models

Hard to count

Bitch you had your fifteen

It was hardly a sound, wow

Simon says I fucked it up

I can't give a fuck enough

If you ain't on that camera

Understand that you ain't one of us

I ain't with that fussy stuff

Talk my shit and run it up

When I get in front that camera

Understand lil bitch I'm one-of-one

Fuck up out my business

Bitch let's talk about the other one

I made it my mission every Winter get another one

I bet I'm gon' see a couple million before the summer come

I don't even think about the ceiling 'til I'm touching one, fuck

I'm allowed to be the power fiend

The picture made me out to be

Got bills to pay and mouths to feed

These niggas be surrounding me

I'm filling hands without receipts

They still extend them out to me

So reel the camera, now please

The script could flip up hourly

Fuck

I'm on the screen, that be enough

Throwing a fit like Pee-Wee

What's out in the Mil'?

I need these bucks

Wait to see me on TV love

If we getting T'd at least we put

All of my niggas on

Fuck all the silicone

If I get the ceiling gone

It still be us

We still who we was

Ain't no doubt

And I wear my shades in the house

I know my money never dry up

But I save for the drought

I made a bag off staying classy

Shit my agent can vouch

And if that market ever crash I need a place on the couch

Bitch

Error, error, error, error