Yeah

Yawh

Clairmont The Second

Yeah, yawh, yawh, yawh

I'm an idiot for not going to sleep

Then complaining about being tired the next day

Got co-op on the regs and band and the ball team

Yo can I borrow a dollar I ain't eat all day

Sometimes my boys got me but I always pay them back

Barely roll with bills here take a quarter stack

Got some nickels and dimes too, my girl she a dime too

Well, she's not mine yet, but she will be mine soon

And yup she like all my music, to me that making no sense

I'm here thinking it wack, because my new stuff ain't drop yet

It kinda sucks I think I'm not her type man, she sleeping on me knowing I'm the right man

It may suck but it's alright man, Clairmont The Second is the best hype man

I'm my own hype man I get my own crowd amped, I go so hard on stage I give myself cramps

Styles been cramped but I take it as they can't be me but dudes try to get as close as they can

Guys ain't as fresh as me, their style so canned

How much money I will get from Socan

Forget rap tunes I bump SOS Band

You know that when I'm rapping you ll need an SOS banner

I got a couple fans, I got a couple fans

I'm in a wheelchair around tricks, them I can't stand

I don't need the groupies to tell me that I'm the man

Girls be thinking that they bad, oh my goodness don't do that

All them dudes that try to judge don't do music don't do rap

Laugh at that, counteract, put my soul on a track

Rap and track the skills I lacked, now I'm worried bout my stacks

Uh huh

Looking expensive by accident

If your girl feeling me that's an accident

Pardon my steez I can't help it

With all of the groupies around, and lames all around, I'm feeling so selfish

Looking expensive by accident

If your girl feeling me that's an accident (x2)

They tryna get me to dance or rap for black history month

But they never really heard me, are they tryna make fun?

Or they got faith in me that I'm that one

Must be ill with the spit, 'cause he's ill at the drums

My girl gotta be as bad as Olivia Munn

Hungry like back to back days with no lunch

Gimme that grape soda, I don't mess with fruit punch

My wallet crunched and I'm mad 'cause I'm made to stunt

These dudes my age just put on a front

Please homie stay in the back, you don't belong in the front

I'm Mr. make your girl like me better than she like you

I don't do it purpose it happens when I walk through

Cocky much, confident, yet humble is, how I live

Ultra magnificent fly young gentleman

Everybody's who I'm better than my elegance is quite a testament on a Sunday morning tell em again

(Chorus)

Oh My Goodness (x3)

Uh huh