Why so serious

My money could just carry us

My mom, she bought a car with all the dollars you just giving us

With all that flow i got, trust me, i sure went famous

But the succes in this game always feels a bit too precarious

I ain't lying when i say you look insane, i think i should give you the name of this one movie... Insidious

Cuz you look like a trap

You'll never touch my tracks

You'll never sign my ass up on any of you contracts

Or i'll be furious

Always i'm so curious

I'm focused on my course cuz i'm not working in interiors

Climbing carrier ladder, Max, i guess my job's victorious

But even i knew these mf's tracks were not glorious

You guys are fags (why did you say that you're pan bro)

I'll kick you, beat you, hit you with a big ass frying pan

Grow a bit you rookie rappers, y'all wanna see me emerge here

Hope you'll be here at my curtain call, i lowkey got my first hit

I got the talent to spit bars in any places

I'm so beautiful, i end up cracking all my matches

Hella young but still bopping

Bet i got your head rolling

Got this radio station rocking

And your car's stereo popping

When i'm rapping on this beat i ain't laughing, ain't joking, when you try to write good a verse, people be like "nah, he trolling"

Gimme the mic and i'll give it the flow while making big feats

I bet y'all didn't get that, guess you guys will have to dig deep

You think i have some respect ? (Yes ?) Nuh they call me DJ

(What !?)

Cuz if i buy your albums, i'll scratch the CD

Hella young but still bopping

Bet i got your head rolling

Got this radio station rocking

And your car's stereo popping

Hella young but still blowing

Bet i got that track burning

All that fire that i spit

Got your car's stereo smoking

Hella young but still rapping

Bet i got your body dancing

Got this radio station moving

And your car's stereo banging

Hella young but you'll party with my music on speaker

All that fire in an album got my FANBASE BIGGER!