Let's put our hands together, not in celebration of anything specific, but..

I just wanna feel, and how can we work it out

What can I say, to make you stay

I'm not trying to save face, I'm just trying to stay in place

I'm just trying to stack my bread

Get some talent out my head, yeah

Banana, but it's low

Banana peels on the floor

Don't let your ass hit the door

Fuck that, I'm hoping that you never go

That you never go

I'm hoping that you never go

I know how to scout you on the field

I'm hoping that you never go

Out here playing deal or no deal

I got that Howie Mandel swag

I'm popping out more mature than your dad

I'm hoping that you never go

Did she be acting bad

I'm hoping that you never go

And I swear I can't stay away from that

From that

I just wanna feel

She's a cover model in the making

That's not to speak on when she gettin naked

So make it private collection

I got some tons of stacks

Darkness never comes to light

And let's snap the pics of that

fine China

You smooth divine kinder

My pathfinder, pinnacle reacher

No nicks on them pressure bags

I'm not far from Kisa the jack

Fuck all that

I got undeniable swag

Fuck all that

I'm bringing back backpack rap

But this time it ain't gonna be so wack

But don't ever call me Marshall Mathers like that

Cause I'm mad as a hat

Babe, honestly you sounding a tad bit bland

You might need a little bit more seasoning

Or come fuck with me and get a training seasoning

Ha ha ha