I said I'm back like the seat of the car that I'm sitting in

Up in the morning pray to god I know I'm sinning it

See me take the game it's hard to swallow like cinnamon

And everybody like is he gone be hella good again?

The answer is yup

But that 1993 is just for me to catch my breath

I done spit so many days running laps to get a check

But I'm finna just do it like the logo on a Bryson Tiller cap

Phone call from Sallie Mae, no I ain't got it yet

But I know I'm hella blessed so I ain't got to stress

Rome wasn't built in a day

These women fall where they lay

I know they love my bald head ****, I ain't got to guess

I pull up on my bike and tell the valet don't scratch it please

I pay the grip for them 700 c's

And next time you see me I'll be gripping double Ds

No, not a chick I'm talking bout my degree

No man like, for real like, **** I need to pass my classes and shit. I need to get the fuck out my auntie house, like, I'm over that shit bro. I gotta get me a mothafuckin whip you know what I'm saying? How the fuck you gon be datin and shit, you grown up like, I'm gon meet you at the date on my bike, I gotta get it, cmon, let's go, let's go

I want it all, I told you, on that G Eazy shit

I'm enlightening all my people, see I keep it lit

I'm from the land, where we dance, and we leave our whips

I said the game need change and started making sense

I put it all in my raps like a bag of piffs

They making moves like I was an animated gif

And you can get with them, but guarantee that they ain't this

This shit is fire ****, go head and take a whiff

Go head and write your list, put me atop that shit

In the meantime I'll be stacking a thousand checks and make em stretch like girl I ain't know you was so flexible

All my women know I'm pointing 𝘩𝘮𝘮 like a decimal

I know Aunty gone want me gone is a second too

So I'll finish my verse with the horns out like legends do

Watching rich chest bounce like gluteus maximus

So this shit gotta blow cause there ain't nobody matching this