If there were ten-thousand bands, one for every song

What are you doing with your 20 gold bars?

That's what I got asked, sounded like a metaphor

There's no chance of Pleaseburger, doing that would set the score

Now going down-down, that's what I got to make of this

At first, the only plan was to use A.I like we faking shit

Bring a cassette player to school just to feel something

Was it time to make a song that would make someone feel something?

Make someone feel something (make someone feel something)

Make someone feel something (make someone feel something)

You know there's something weird about making music only Yuno Miles would like

Alright let's get back into it

Seven days a week, 12 months a year, I never once got stepped on by a peer

If Pleaseburger made me that much of a rapscallion, what are the chances this would make me like that again?

Why you little rapscallion (rapscallion)

I saved the island, not once but twice again

I miss the days when I could get Ice Spice munchkins

I yelled in lunch, got 20 to life, since when did the feds get filled with that much spite?

They play our music in Paris and Spain, from Kuwait to Australia, from Europe to the U.K

I won't get rid of it, never change my flow

Pleaseburger two that will be the last to go because people don't appreciate the art, it's less of the man, and more of the fart (fucker)

Yuno Miles, I always hated that hoe, if his music didn't suck, he'd be one average joe

Alex in Miami, got that girl a baby, went to the shower, even copped a Mercedes

At least he's not Jay Dawg, that baby was shitty, maybe that's why they call this little baby Jay Diddy