Lyricist : Michael Goode Jr./Caleb Chiang/Tzurel Halfon/Destin Route
Composer : Michael Goode Jr./Caleb Chiang/Tzurel Halfon/Destin Route
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level
Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain't none of this shit rented
Servin' vicious, **** your favorite rapper
Hope he get offended
I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin'
I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin'
Designer, got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (Nah)
Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah)
In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah)
I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens
Homie outside with Alicia Keys
I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah)
Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal
So **** what's illegal
I'm different, I really ain't get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang)
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen
All them O's buy my songs, screamin' "**** your opinion"
No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin'
It's **** everybody, the way I been feelin'
I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (On God, on God)
So they down for a threesome, nigga (On God)
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same (Yeah, look, look, look, look, look)
We birds of the same feather (See, I—)
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level (Look)
Just a lil' nigga from the six with a mother****in' chip on my shoulder
Check a nigga chain, go and get this shit over
Chevy or the Benz, he'll probably'll get the Rover
But, then again, all three would he get for a show
But he never sober, probably gon' need a chauffeur
'Cause he ain't underground no more, niggas was golfers
Long behold them hoes say now they know you
North-pole, South-pole, bitches bipolar
Pour four, Ye told me drive slowly
Twenty-four plus more, my drive Kobe
Give and go, the flow is my homie
One of a kind, you not Obi-Wan Kenobi
Many have tried and failed, pockets not full of shells
When hammers are flyin', wear a disguise, you not Loki
No Avenger friends, we not homies
Wanna live too fast? You die slowly
Really, you jokin', I don't know what these niggas smokin'
That shit potent if you thinkin' I ain't the dopest
The whip ghostin', if it go, shit, the hip osin'
Twin clips, lil' nigga, you could get both of 'em
Rap game take over, I'm JID Hova
Gettin' dirt off of my shoulder, I'm gettin' older
Way out in Budapest, from the Crest Boulder
I'll be there if you lookin' over your left shoulder
They be there if I need a nigga to step on it
Gs movin' in silence, niggas' death-tone
Tone-death, my songs is bein' slept on
Fast forward, I'm on, rubbin' the headphones
Shawty wanna take off her thong, drop in the bed
I don't know her but I'm thinkin' a will give me your cell phones
See you light on her ass, titties, but silicone
In the land of Atlanta, I love bein' home
I wanna sit on the throne, I ain't gon' leave it alone
'Fore all the people is speakin', nah, let's even the score
Knock on the door, it's a shotgun, you peepin' a hole
Niggas'll sleep on the floor, I used to sleep on the floor
I'm undefeated, you want a feature, I'm eatin' your soul
My sister a killer, she be shootin' out a kids hole
Wanna get the kid, that probably cost a couple kilos
Me and Mike rob before your dimes, like Ebro
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level
