You gon make me act up

You don’t want no bad luck

You don’t want no smoke

Want no

Huhu huhu, asthma

New to the game, b**h

I feel like Alaska

This shit in my blood

That’s why I can’t donate plasma

You gon make me act up

You don’t want no bad luck

You don’t want no smoke

Want no

Huhu huhu, asthma

New to the game, b**h

I feel like Alaska

This shit in my blood

That’s why I can’t donate plasma

Aye, I’ll be the same even when I get big

B**h, I’m congruent, yuh

Make back in double the money I’ve spent

Loving my new cents

I’m still a nuisance to all of my friends

I keep replaying my music

Inside the car that I wish was a Benz

All of my new shit

‘Cause I don’t release it, people gone seize it

B**h you a clone, no Mr. Meeseeks

Leave me alone, credit increasing

Your numbers fall, mm my favorite season

I need no reason to keep this shit going

I do what I do ‘cause I’m bored at the moment

I’ll fly out to LA, just me and my crew

My circle keep moving like something was loading, aye

If I’m not the one, baby, why was I chosen

I’m rubbing my palms like I’m putting on lotion

I stick to the plan like a muhfuckin’ Post-It

I don’t take a day off, but I know what I’m getting into

It’s probably not gone pay off, but f**k it I’m in too deep now

Thinking about it all the time I never sleep now

Ain’t no plan b, can’t count on a rebound

You gon make me act up

You don’t want no bad luck

You don’t want no smoke

Want no

Huhu huhu, asthma

New to the game, b**h

I feel like Alaska

This shit in my blood

That’s why I can’t donate plasma

You gon make me act up

You don’t want no bad luck

You don’t want no smoke

Want no

Huhu huhu, asthma

New to the game, b**h

I feel like Alaska

This shit in my blood

That’s why I can’t donate plasma

Aye, do she love me, do she love me not

Nah, she just like when I say “Pm” right before my songs

Nah, she just like when I post pictures of my fucking jaw

Now she crossing lines like she did a shitty parking job, aye

I keep getting rapper-zoned

Kill the beat, the casket closed

Oh, you gon stab me in my back?

Homie, leave my back alone

I’m not used to acting grown

Acting way too radical

They said “Pm, tone it down”

Leave a message at the tone

Let muhfucka try to come at me sideways

Imma pour a box of nails at the curb of this driveway

Then I’ll DDoS the IP that I got from their myspace

“Who the f**k use myspace?”

I don’t know, but I’m irate

I’m chilling

Spending my schillings to lift up my ceiling

‘Cause I raise the roof when I walk in the building

I’m not even tall, I’m only like 5’10”ish

But y’all looking up to me, this shit fulfilling

You don’t want no bad luck

You don’t want no smoke

Want no

Huhu huhu, asthma

New to the game, b**h

I feel like Alaska

This shit in my blood

That’s why I can’t donate plasma

You gon make me act up

You don’t want no bad luck

You don’t want no smoke

Want no

Huhu huhu, asthma

New to the game, b**h

I feel like Alaska

This shit in my blood

That’s why I can’t donate plasma

I’m lit all summer in this b**h too

Hands up, empty out the register, my rents due

I gotta do what I gotta do just go get through

So cold I be getting dome in an igloo

So cold I be getting dome in an igloo

Dome in an ig-, do-do-dome in an igloo

Froze on my wrist too

H**s on my d**k, my bio say I’m 6’2”

Aye, this how Imma flow, uh

Bu budaday hub budaday hub buda bu budaday hub budaday hub buda

F**k wit the gang, f**k out the way

Oh, you got something to say? Gun in ya face

Run with the drum just in case

Punks wanna spray

But I kinda love when they hate Hatem

It cancels out itself, I’m selling out shows

You selling your soul, so suck my d**k

That was my first take, b**h