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