Trying to take it from stickers to billboards Clippers to dill talk, real talk
Hop up on the stage and I feel more Show sold out but I'm still poor
Jugging at home like Milhouse Trying to get the mill how
Need a little window and my teeth not grilled out
Gotta get the field green, grinding out a field brown
Looking down on light work, that ain't how the lights work
She looking kinda, she pretty in a tight skirt
Preference is the baggy tracky, I happily send her ID
I ain't nothing brief, I'm in some boxes on some mani-paki
Bend it like some Laffy Taffy, right now I'm a baby boy
But soon I'll be your daddy pappy
It's about to go down, I'm on the road now
This ain't a slow sound, it more like profound
And here I am, normally I don't track crab
But here I can, let that *** slap back, you hear the bang
I told you so, it's done, it's done
Where you see that name at, boy?
I see my name on the wall, I see my name on the wall

I'm in lights, I swear it's set in stone
Bruh, how can I be out here in my flesh and bone?
I swear, I don't wanna be 20, man, I'm getting old
But I just said I needed a million records, so I'm too picky
Move Ziggy with the new Finney, hit the stage
Who is he? Boy, got the room busy
I've been rocking these airs since we signed the first option
I ain't got a day job, that's the problem
I don't smoke cigarettes, that's the problem
Weed added with bad habits, save me your tears
Clock the game, not trading my peers, we're making it clear
Relax, the best heat, ain't even touch
I ain't never dropped 10 tracks in a year
And yet somehow, here I am, and I'm here