Stafford wake up

Back on my bullshit

Look look

I drove the Venue to the venue

Rad dude on an instrumental going cashews

Cash rules nothing in my life

My bills past due

Spit a verse and

Have a rapper crying in the bathroom

They are trying to spy into my kitchen

The recipe is not there

So I don't know why you do that fool

You don't have to be so bashful

If you want a bit of help writing your lyrics

Got a dash full

All I need is a couple dollars

That I'll put back in a song

With hidden disses

That are sure to just surpass you

I spit it real nice

Alpaca Chandler the rapper

The boys real tight

Triple A card to assure

That I got the wheels right

Eighty to the city

I'm booking it to a tour night

Shaking hands like I know y'all

Pipe in lip Frosty

The bars are starting to snowball

You Scoobys starting to bark strong

I'm just getting Shaggy

My Freddie starting to grow longer

I got a Daphne alone

Jamming to slow songs

Looking for her glasses like

Velma when things go wrong

I'm a machine and it is a mystery

Your mother like the way I spit a rhyme

The rest is history and

If you see your brother

Please ask him if he misses me and

If you see your cousin

Warn them about pyramid schemes

Please

They keep direct messaging me

God damn

I f**g hate it wait

I hear my name getting yelled

From a lovely bubble bath

I grab my ass a glass of that brut

And they will tell me double that

More sugar than a Pepsi

I'm sweeter than a peach

Sweaty rappers don't impress me

Goofy ass

You cannot best me

The best think you could do is

Please give that mic a rest

Jesus

Raps from a sectional

I drop four twenties and

A ten then treat it like a throne

My ninety dollar couch

Has got more swagger than your

Nine million dollar home

And I don't f**k with big money

Or your attitude

I don't

You gotta stand on more than that

You think that dime wants to talk to you

For less than a dime

I'm on a steady rise

And I will not decline

I'm taking hits here and there

Off a piece of my mind

Kiss up on my derriere

I swear the tastes sublime

I run this shit

My music IBS

Iconical belligerent songs

I'll never digress

I pull up in that twenty two

Like I am not pressed

To make a meal out of anybody

Walking big chested

Incognito when your talking big

Reckless

Close the Mac

You don't even speak

The bass

Feel that groove

Too unique

F**k a speedboat

I float down the beat

One day it's all me

When the vibe complete

For now Stafford Beats

Has got me sinking a three

For now Stafford Beats

Has got me sinking a three