And they asking if I still got it, that's asking the gothic if she shop at Hot Topic

Speaking of Hot Topic, I was living in Maryland with a more messed up story than boy Logic

Got the blood of the tropics, sat back and studied the optics, made a little money,

Stayed out of the nonsense

Now this is something you can bop with, I like a lady that gets her own, no pop bitch

I'm talking she opens doors, no locksmith, aww shit

I'm just getting started, yeah I'm in the office, if the numbers ain't right, no I can't

Call it

Y'all **** can shine, I'm fine with being polished, 12 will have them stepped just like

Alcoholics

Man, I'm going in and, and I know y'all all stalling, and I'm back and in fact, my back you gon

Have to pardon

Y'all fucked up, Adam and Eve in the garden

When I spit these flows, I imagine the garden, not having it'll put hair in your chin, now imagine James Harden

Take times to get these flows from an orphan, saw COVID but I didn't see a coffin, now I'm

Going off and

This is the flip for the boss ends, this that dope flow with the soft blend

Tyler made a milli off selling socks, it's a actually odd future when it comes to stocks

Man, come to talk, this that real feel

I'm talking Rich and then Tony Stark, play your part, or just follow the sequence, they

Always in attack mode, so I master defense

Always got a problem, **** pretense, flew your bitch out, she gave me XO for the weekend

Confidence booming, turn good to great, success could bring that whole hood to hate

Look like food, they treat you like a plate, then they say they fuck with you cuz like

Kevin Gates

Let them wait, bless, heaven fate, the way I draw a picture, I'm illa, straight, feeling

Great, open up, peel the tape, add this one, they gon' feel the tape

Summer in the 90s, that's something like, like I rap better than y'all ****, that's

A fact, like, in, out of the ring, musically, like, we could go there, and I battle rap

But, the music's for y'all, took me a long time too, 23, summer in the 90s, 90s, that

Out there, everybody, Brooklyn waddup