Ay, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline, I keep singin' for all these, they keep listenin' Love to roll up with the boy and dat fizzes but we are not equivalent, dawg I been the only child, don't need siblings And I'm past him like the times that he's livin' in Okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like he's sickin' it If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it Classics, I keep scribblin' Lights in the universal building just keep flickerin' Money just keep comin' in You would think I'm Irish, the way that it stays doublin' I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin' Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' So close, walk dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plussin' it So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it Get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it Get a gun just so they can make props out of it Shorty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it Yeah, you not bout to be chillin' in this with kick feet up I'ma make you bounce out this like Big Freedia Pito used to throw a purple tin on a two liter First private plane I ever rode was a eight seater Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater On top of that, I didn't have d*** in my name either That's real But now I'm givin' house tours till it's back to world tours Play that mask off when they find a real cure I may not be good for it, but I'm real to it Got no time for it, but give rich a meal tour That's the only way I know how to express love My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up For real I come with a lot of complications inside me It's always people misleading me that are trying to guide me Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me Everyone talking lemons when everything is peachy Everyone got they hands out and it ain't to reach me Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy Every n***a that stand me down just came to see me Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that steak I'm eatin' Check deposits, high rises with extra closets The *** platonic, I talk intelligent, taxi bionics The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana Tommy Gunn on the counter, I call him Mr. Thomas That'll keep n***a honest I'm dozing off in the driver's seat, cause the seat get massages That's some more point money, these numbers too steep for commas I'm out of hours, n***a, I can't help but to see beyond them Got a two-seater problem, n***a, thinkin' they cold I knock the flu season out of them Forget they a*****, and that's when Tunchi remind them I used to f*** Gucci models, I'm f*** Gucci designers I keep it 2G regardless I'm gettin' too deep for divers, let me resurface I'm flexin' on purpose, she especially curvy Bet she be servin' every purpose Perfect, I'm better than perfect When I'm sick, I need to see a medical person Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses All I gotta be is all that I can possibly She really, really into me, but n***a, it's all about of me I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry Apologies, you f*** with my math You better know some trigonometry Cause I'ma be f***in' Leave your llama bean at your mama feet I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall I don't need war, I need a b***h that know I'ma need yours I'ma need more, n***a, it's shifty like Honda Accords Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls Higher than y'alls, I f*** She die in my arms, lion has roared No ceilings, three with my mind on the floor Holla at your boy