Yeah, I grew up used to hate, stressing out my mind, think I need a spring break

I think I need to pop outside

Need a wife to feed me grapes, and no, you can't get in my ride unless we sliding to this pape, huh, yeah, promise I mean that

**** thinking short and simple, look just like a screen pass

I'm out here calling audibles, play-action to the deep drag, ahead of you

People mad at me cause' I keep clean and stay on schedule

Not my fault I'm up and you stay down just like the dead ones do

I'm tired, I can't stand you fucking bitches more than vegetables (Ew)

Half the shit y'all doin' get away with unacceptable (It's not allowed)

Half y'all **** steppin' out the crib is not presentable (How you go out?)

Half the beefs I had throughout this life, I say preventable

No way that I could ever be as small as fucking

Decimals

Standing six feet three, you best look up and stay professional, I'll step on you

Humbling myself cause I can't listen to no bum or fool, but check me out (See what I do)

Yeah, huh, step inside that bitch like I'm LeBron James (Slam Dunk)

Only hustle in my raps, don't want no small fame (Hell nah)

**** only came to ball, this ain't no small game

Appreciate the sun cause it was times I only saw rain

And I promise I ain't lookin' for no handouts (Nah, never)

Know that half the shit between us didn't pan out (Yeah, I know it)

And I'm sorry I can't stand to see you sit and pout (Ha ha ha ha, not for real though)

Yeah, I grew up used to hate, stressing out my mind, think I need a spring break

I think I need to pop outside

Need a wife to feed me grapes, and no, you can't get in my ride unless we sliding to this pape, huh, yeah, promise I mean that

Promise I meant everything I spoke

Everything you bout' to hear, the realest shit I never wrote

Try to focus on the details, pay attention to my quotes

Cause when I'm rhyming, I be vibing through my cadence, diction, flow

I got that presence from my pops, persistently pop it for low (True story)

Hit record and then get rowdy, ride around with rock and roll

My road dog keep a rocky wrist, he got Riri at home

Roddy Rich, that rocket on the right gon' box him, now he gone

Yeah, I'm round the guns, drugs, plugs, I swear I'm no thug (Swear I'm not)

I'm really harmless, he just hot, I gave his hoe a hug (Damn, for real?)

I'm ballin' hard, no MJ, double nickel shoulder shrug

If the beef ain't stemming from no paper, swept under the rug (Bye)

Only thing I'm holding is these hunnids, I can't hold a grudge (Why?)

Only thing I'm on is motion, ain't bout money I don't budge

And I'm workin' with your budget, I might save it, I might touch it (I can't decide)

I'm Kuatro with that Ka$h, that's why they call me that in public

I grew up used to hate, stressing out my mind, think I need a spring break

I think I need to pop outside

Need a wife to feed me grapes, and no, you can't get in my ride unless we sliding to this pape, huh, yeah, promise I mean that

**** thinking short and simple, look just like a screen pass

I'm out here calling audibles, play-action to the deep drag, ahead of you

People mad at me cause' I keep clean and stay on schedule

Not my fault I'm up and you stay down just like the dead ones do