Текст песни
It's 2025, nigga, you got, you got free range
You got free range to say whatever the fuck you want
I'm like free range chicken in this bitch, word up
You are so fine, so fine, so fine (listen)
So fine, you're so fine (yo)
So fine, you blow my mind
Ayo, hey, listen
They want authenticity but then when they get it
They don't want it
Know what I mean? Make up your mind, is it real?
What type of nigga make songs about being young and shit? (For real)
Probably the type of nigga to be fuckin' on a younger bitch
I'm the type of nigga to brag 'bout fucking on your girl
These the type of niggas who try to touch on little girls
Prolly type of nigga to call his mama 'stead of fight
Prolly type of niggas to- at thirty-five
No matter what's done in the dark, it always come to light (always)
These the type of niggas with no morals, it got a price
When I be fuckin' on these alt-niggas bitches, tell me everything, I'm disgusted (give it)
Bending it over after fuckin', we keep discussing (go)
Actin' like God'll keep inside, they really McLovin (go)
They got mad at me, I said, "Baby Keem had a cousin" (come on)
They nepotism came in question, they couldn't function (uh)
Too many crackers got invited, fucked up the function
I stand up right in niggas face and say, "Cut the check" (so Cut)
I stand up right in crackers face and say, "Suck my dick" (suck)
That's why they hate me, it ain't nothing else to this dance, baby
I wish it was deeper than this, put it on my kids
But these crackers never update their racism
Same shit they doin' now, they used to do back then
When I'm rolling seven deep in the SUV, I'm on ten
Ready to Die like Biggie Smalls but this SUV gonna spin
Now they say, "Peggy, you can't rap, you's a black friend"
They bump niggas who beat bitches up, that are not men
If I can't rap 'cause I ain't a bitch and I don't beat girls
I'm the most non-rappin' nigga in the whole world
I fucked your bitch and you reviewed me, that's a bias (come on)