Think I wanna write songs with rap beats my moms was raised

But they say if I write songs with trap beats I'm getting paid

But I think I should write wrongs for all of y'all that made me

I'm just a lil' crazy

I'm not really all of y'all's favorite baby

But to be honest, well, I wasn't feeling y'all

I thought white folks was rich, so they be killing y'all!

Damn I was wrong, or was I?

Meanings shift with a buzz—ahhh

So I think I'll take a billion for the one time

And bring about a quarter to the city

A quarter saved for the 60s

Just under half for the village just to tell them how I'm feeling, cause I know that raising me wasn't easy

And 10 bands for some gold teeth

So they know it's worth something when I speak what you mean?

Gold Teeth

I need some Gold Teeth

I ain't got time to plan y'all

I gotta huge debt to the land, it's been default

So I took a mattress to the Nap so they can't collect

But if I put a few zeroes on my check

Will they tell me "NDK, ****, you the shit?"

Or will I be the same **** with a different fit?

And a fresh set of Gold Teeth