I can't stand talking politics when I'm trying to taste acid Don't talk to me about measures, you're not a policeman Don't call me baby, you're not Justin Bieber It's not pop, but we can pop it If you understand what I'm saying I used to be a 9-year-old, now I'm a 7-year-old I disappeared in smoking skis, and now I've become a ninja I used to be ice cold, now I aim and hit the target Now I've become dynamite, aim and hit the target Don't be cheeky like that, don't say it like that Can't you accept it, don't give it to anyone What you are is respect and stuff, not life and stuff What you are is recept and stuff, not girls and stuff Don't piss me off and stuff, don't talk *** and stuff Don't talk politics and piss and stuff, don't climb *** and stuff No hierarchy and stuff, no prince and stuff and stuff Just energy and stuff, and physics and stuff and stuff Don't talk to me about things I've heard, I'm dying for air You go in, try again, I'm far out, selfie stick Take a leap, hop, hop, hop, over your bull*** I press and get hot, like I'm Pomfrit Good flow on info, I'm always right like bingo A whole other lingo, I think English is simple Stupid guys don't talk to me about Joe Rogan My brother checks out my band, he's big like Hulk Hogan So you know they go deep, they're smart, I understand them *** hippos talk cryptos like you have to get them LMAO, they use big words about small things I'm in the middle, I'm from the hood, I think I'm Robin I've heard the original story, now I'm *** Copin I get pissed, I talk, the smoke comes out of my ears like I'm Coffin I thought I was nice, like really, that I was good But they met me, said B-boy, then I'm cold like Gazpacho Went back to school, now I'm filled with oregano Say, stupid brother, do you really think I'm nine years old, that I have something? If we dance, I walk hard like it's Cha-Cha I bring the beef, boy, I think I'm Lady Gaga Hurry up and clap, I knew it was you who said it I'm still from the hood, I think mom gave birth to me on the street It's dry out in the street, but I always bring a stick Boy, I call it medicine, and safety is important Keep me back while you're always in the front line If it gets worse this year, I'm probably best at dying No complicated things, I can compress things Gigi-Gigi sneaks down in the sieve on my mega-thing And high-key things, when I go down and things, I beg for things And please, please, good improvement, drive on and look around Oh, so-la-la, I look out, so what's up? Flick-sa-na-da-na-da-van-hull, woo, and ta-da But wait, I wasn't ready, I was busy with some food It's set up late, I can't take a spiral Good, good mood, na-da-na-da-na-da-da-mood What you're talking about, da-da-ha-ha, art terms are boring Chameleon, chameleon, forever, you know, forever Good mood is good mood forever, like forever Yo, all I have on me here is dressy, holy *** this boy, when I'm best, you're down, so boring *** ***boys think they've got timing Sitting here in the same room and blowing like it's sailing Five songs out and hopping around like it's Mario I've tricked them, they think I'm good, feel like Barrio We can fix more things, like one thing and one more thing I like money, but too much love for TV games I'm a source of soul, to preserve my soul I just need a salary and one more thing, and one more thing Yo, no one is close to me, but I know you're close It goes in Jsons, Champagne and Looney Tunes I spin and spread, man, they send bills Don't pay, it's just Pudder-Trap, you know I don't *** around, man, people think I'm cool