My foreign is

All new

And your shit is just

Alright

Postmodernists

All new

Blahzay and just

Alright

We really is

All new

You're silly, just

Alright

The vibes is

All new

And the bags is

Alright

The vibes is

All new

And the bags is

Postmodern is contemporary, whatever

Postmodern is contemporary, whatever

Game on, corner lot up on the lawn

I want Malcolm across the street to put me on

Drug dealer, concubine on his arm

Is it the currency that make the ladies swarm?

I'm just a lil' scrap, I did it with my charm

What will it take for me to strip 'em to their thongs?

Big chains, little games, questions in my brain

To attain money, fame, Mulsanne switching lanes

My mother took her tax return and invested it

She bet it on her kid and look at what he did with it

2000 in '84, that's a hundred thousand x multiple from keeping you on the floor

Keeping people in awe

Mama, the deed is yours

The world is your oyster, shuck it and eat it raw

Making dreams come true is an art form

My foreign is

All new

And your shit is just

Alright

Postmodernists

All new

Blahzay and just

Alright

We really is

So I started spitting bars

Now mama's picking cars

From quarters in the jars to daughters that are stars

Forever dreaming large, inside of you's a god

Regardless of your theology, reach in your reservoir

Incendiary mythology, phoenix above the law

Magnetic genetics is pulling you on the floor

I said it, mama, I meant it, go get it, the world is yours

Manifesting rewards for all that the girl endured

My intuition is speaking, I'm tweaking, I can't ignore it

I'm on a mission of beating the odds, feed me some more

Got a vision, I'm raising the bar up to the Lord

Sowing and reaping, so pockets are never leaking

Why would they? I'm the plug, that's metaphorically speaking

We outside, we dreaming, you still sleeping

It's time to ride, you see him, ya man's peaking