Breakfast (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go, oh, fuck You, you set the standard for, what, me?, the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it, kill it Huh, you ain't ready for the realest high Suck it right between the ceiling (ceiling, yeah) Look, my flow is sick as hell (yep) I had to bail my baby out of jail (what?) I'm doing me, and I do it well (damn) You think I'm wack, who are you to tell? All you hype boys silly (silly) You a square like Piccadilly (yuh) I do not care how you feeling (no) I thought you knew I'm a villain, (really?) yeah I don't like it when these jokers Lookin' at me sideways on a highway 'Cause you know, I'm bout to do it my way 'Til the MSFTS blow, Pompeii Jay driving it the wrong way I do not see what your seeing Lately, I feel European (dream) Salmon, I'm swimming upstream Look, I don't know why you a dog Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh) Drop an album, kids want to party Get them niggas out my house (out) This is Hidden Hills, how are you allowed I cut the music, it was loud (do it) You don't deserve my respect When I talk to Kendrick, man, I sit on the ground (yuh) Just to get a little reference So we have no confusion (shit) My flow Call of Duty prestige Seeing through your illusions (damn) The Illuminati's real, that's the deal Write a book so I can prove it (no) All you rappers just a nuisance It's always been more than the music (hey) Now they looking at my new 'fit Rockin' Couture on the floor of a Louis V store And I'm sorry I'm stupid Riding to Metro, we boomin' (yuh) All the MSFTS come together in a Tesla And we zooming The older you get the worse it gets I guess Oh my God, that shit's so annoying You're all here this shit impossible, Constantly on the phone with you Look, look exactly, so, I told her that Literally constantly on the phone You're suppose to usher it in That's what I'm 'bout to say, that's what I'm saying yo' He's gotta be able to see it That's what I'm saying, bro Yo, can I play? At the same time it's kinda Difficult to get your money in cash when [?] Yo, Flacko, let me play you something Yeah, ooh This one's for all of my renegades Plan B, sippin' lemonade Skrt on the beat like a centipede, skrt, skrt, skrt Yeah, squad fuck with us heavily Wack shit, I got a remedy Blow up like a couple of enemies Sideline with a felony On the move like a melody I don't care what you telling me I don't do nothing fugazi 'Til I tell you we amazing I won't be that everything Bad piece of shh, I'm a royal flush MSFTS in the building You should know what's up, what's up, what's up You call me on the phone So don't you blow me up Yeah, hah, whole squad blowin' up, yeah Breaking news there is a band of renegades Teenagers in north Los Angeles, Calabasas area Throwing paint, art pieces, blasting their new albums There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre So, you think you can save rap music?