Yuh, the phenomenon

Rawest n***a out, goddamn I forgot to put a condom on

The fall of Troy was contained in a horse

They wanna know what's on my head, a couple bands like I'm LeBron

Money is the motivation, but you would never catch me paper chasing

I make it run from me, like your nose in the winter

They switch up like gender and wonder why they getting none from me

Still the same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh!

Y'all be on some Amber Rose fingering the booty hole

Ball so hard, yeah I met niggas like you before

Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy roll

Push 'em back like cuticles, my cutie go

Cousteau on a Hublot a few below

Take gusto, my new flow, your funeral

Open casket, a bastard like Rufio

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm that motherfucking captain, I be snapping like a b***h

I want pennies for my thoughts until I'm motherfucking rich

Had that Nelly, country grandma, used to bump that Ludacris

I probably forgot the words but all them

Songs are still my s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t

Nostalgia, don't let it falter

Do what you love, wedding ring at the altar

Write my own destiny, I am the author

My mama swear that I look like my father

My mama call me to tell me to call her

Damn, she know that I hate it

She doesn't cuss but I work on these placements

'Cause I wanna hear her say, "Nigga, we made it!"

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm that motherfucking captain, I be snapping like a b***h

I want pennies for my thoughts until I'm motherfucking rich

Had that Nelly, country grandma, used to bump that Ludacris

I probably forgot the words but all them

Songs are still my s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t

Cheerio when I get to London, bonjour when I get to France

Get these hoes on my voicemail, get these labels on my email

Like hit me back when you get a chance

Nah nigga, f*ck your advance, want some milly off rent

Rather own my own shit, I'm a semi with a grip

Never fire off hip, umpire with the Mark McGwire when I hit

Yeah, umpire, umpire with the

Umpire with the Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah

I'm that motherfucking captain, I be snapping like a b***h

I want pennies for my thoughts until I'm motherfucking rich

Had that Nelly, country grandma, used to bump that Ludacris

I probably forgot the words but all them

Songs are still my s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t