Yeah, y'all should have known what I was about when I was throwing them fishing lures from the stage.

Birmingham, Alabama.

What's about that catch?

Look I should change my name to Booty Collins

Cause if I show up in these boots, she call it.

Change my name back to Phil Collins.

After I cut, I don't feel like calling.

I had to change her name to Post Malone.

She said at least tag me in the post of Malone.

Give her dance, drop her off at Neiman Marcus.

I hit the bullseye, end of the day, she leaving Target.

Upgrader, Upgrader, going up a grade, I skipped twelfth grade.

I graduated from the gutter, yeah.

Can't quit smiling.

Left my biggest demon on an island.

We can't be together.

At least I left for my wildin'.

Put the blood soaked shirts in a black trash bag.

Mob shit.

Leave them carbon copy.

Die cash.

Frozen waitin'.

Waitin' for my shit is motivatin'.

Got em running in circles, impatient roller skating Roller rink, I'm hustling, baking sodas in the sink Used to make the runs when that Motorola blinked

When the Motorola blinked, I was

P's in the Jansport.

No bus pass, no transport.

Innocent little skateboarders If they only knew the boy was taking orders

Yeah, taking orders but not giving any.

I knew too much, way too grown, way too know and plenty.

They was picking any mini-money more when I was giving dime bags of coke to my babysitter, hear me?

Not a goddamn fool, baby Maybe foolish snatchin' good ornaments off of that Mercedes But I rocked it

I beastie boy rocked it I took the public enemy flavor seriously I clocked it

Left that plastic pipe swinging from my noggin Champion sweatsuits, no joggin'

Elise says, skits for PJs.

Gumball on the VCR, kids on replay.

I'm talking about the nations, that struggle era nations.

Old East, Nashville, Cook Up Boss, Alex King Project, Brick Home, Carter Lawrence Blazin'.

Junkies on the playground, 808s quakin', raw bass

You know, MTX Terminator bass.

Yeah, 14-inch reverse Gold D spinning.

That ain't cool, but it's Kool-Aid though.

Mix with that vodka, that's you, Wayne, though.

That ain't easy, but it's true.

Ayo.

reaching my starter jacket that open aged gold that last roll smell like I just smoke because I just smoke because I just go never look back

Never had too much control But at least now when I look back I can write the shit I wrote

Run these lines like a telephone pole.

So run a line up your nose and smoke your shit before you go.

If I had a dollar for every eye that rolled, the whole world would be dizzy.

I'd be worth a mil or so.