#Monkeybars

I know you listen every project Never get the concept Content too complex, too conscious Converse context, too much to process All you do is talk shit Yeah, it's Eazy, young Frank Sinatra My car self-parks while I drink a vodka My weed comes from space, you can taste the star dust (ah) "I will always win" is my favorite mantra (yeah, yeah, yeah) You should never play with monsters You'll end up in a lake or a basement locker What's on my plate? Steak and eggs and lobsters What's on this plate? Some amazin' pasta So much food on my chinny-chin-chin They get in a bad mood when I'm winnin'-win-win (yeah) Sad news for you kiddy-kid-kids Thinkin' that you can't lose now, it's really grim-grim Thinkin' that you're Swae Lee, but you're really Slim Jim Or Jay-Z but you're really his kids You're not a boss, I designed the business "You can suck my cock" I reply to bitches, and When you see the size of this dick It's scientific, not science-fiction It can touch the clouds, yeah the sky's the limits Plus it's good for you like a vitamin is (yeah) They all know I'm high, I'm different (yeah-yeah) Never had to try to fit in (no-no) Raised by Family Guy and Simpsons (wait) Wayfair told me buy this infant Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, don't go there Nose hairs burned down from the coke shared With a groupie in Saint Louis, now we're both starin' (yeah) Out the window without blinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' All these little pills keep on fallin' on me (whoa) Pick 'em up nice and then call the lobby (We need more Sprites and halal salami) Lay down now, eat my sausage mommy, ah The money, the power, the gold (the power, the gold) I've come to devour the vault (devour the vault) Roll with a pack of the wolves (pack of the wolves) You do not matter the most (no) All of my enemies hoes (hoes, hoes) We make 'em ghosts (ghosts) Slay 'em like David with stones (stones) Get in the spaceship and psew Off we go as the rocky roads The road get rocky, runnin' out of coffee, blow, and Vyvanse By chance, can you spot me, though? Until my soul gets sold, I'll be awfully broke There's a moral to the story that cannot be told About the ones on top, how they copied flows From the rapper that's hot in the spot below I'll take anybody beef, make a sloppy Joe Okay, take another look at the menu Never sold out, but I sell out the venue Bottom of the pill bottle tell what I've been through So every day, I wonder if I wanna continue Bitches on my telephone tell me to send nudes I can't now, I'm playin' Nintendo with ten dudes And I'm off of the benzo My friend Drew's dad got a stash like Gardner Minshew Long hair, lookin' like a porn star now I could prolly get a foreign car now just to make 'em say, "Wow" Cal really got his shit together 'Least a fuckin' drug addict, but he's rich forever And it's crazy, his car got crimson leather He got customs plates, they let him pick the letters He got a dick implant, the bigger, the better The only girl he can fit in like six foot seven, man look I know you listen every project Never get the concept Content too complex, too conscious Converse context, too much to process All you do is talk shit, lil' bitch