CHICK

Why you look like that? (he looks crazy as fuck)

He look crazy as hell

But he dress well (oh, my God)

Why his face look puff?

Why he look like that? (you look like a-)

Why your hair like that? (like a chipmunk or something)

Why your teeth like that? (or like a prairie dog)

Why your cheeks like that?

I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut

Short but tall enough to ride every ride, so it's fair enough

Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens

My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck!

You mean a psychopath

I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot

I'm in the backyard hidin' out like I'm Bigfoot

And I won't cater to you

Yeah, I'm not Carrabba's, and I ain't takin' orders

Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you

To do what you do despite all the, "Fuck you's"

'Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back

'Til you're shittin' on the toilet with Grammys in your lap

**** talk a lot of shit, in a safe place

Aimin' with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercase

I'm bookin' tour dates, money in the suitcase

Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein

Same ****, two names, I am onto new things

Flyin' out of Houston, lemme say a few things

I don't give a fuck about you or your screen name

I'ma be a star even if I say the same things

'Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths

I dropped another verse so you gon' have to pay me

Glock with no safety, seen **** on the pavement

Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions

Seein' **** get anxious, all these internet gangstas

I'm runnin' outta patience, ****, stick to your day shift

And watch what you're sayin', and please keep prayin'

'Cause **** talk big 'til that price on their head

I feel these voices always drown out all the noise in the room

They don't employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon

Another number in a line ready to march into tombs

I ain't the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoon

We colonizin' the moon, I see you look to the sky

And start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was me

Sometimes I'm watchin' my life

I'm dissociated from what eats my heart up at night

Sleep on a cloud of my strife

I ain't afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appall

I'm just afraid of excitement bein' a trip to the mall

I need a summer to fall, I need a winter to spring

Got all these seasons within me, buildin' a story to sing

Don't need a dollar to dream, I need a billion, in facts

I need a trillion in wealth, y'all **** need to relax

I wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trap

I took the zoom off my lens, and I saw the world in my lap

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my **** in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the-