Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

What the hell is even writer's block? Just pick up a pen, ****

What the hell is even missing shots? Shoot it again, ****

What the hell is inconsistency? Just make it a trend, ****

Who the hell you calling "bro"? I hate y'all, we ain't friends, ****

It's me and young Frizzy

I do not see none better than we

On God, on me, no cap, no kizzy, no goddamn fitted

Like who is we kidding? Please don't act dumb, please don't be silly

Hey lil bae, I'm a lil late, this a fast car, I'll be there in a jiffy (Vroom)

Close your eyes, count to sixty, all your faves be dead in a minute

Maybe less

Guess you could say I do well under pressure, I could say these diamonds do much much better

I could say I've been him damn near forever

It ain't no stress

Chale, I could really lay it down, give you the blueprint and the step by step

Pace myself and count my steps

I count my blessings, count my checks

It ain't no sweat, literally, since a newborn I've been fresh

Literally since I found rap I've been vexed

I'ma make you feel this shit in your chest

Reporting live from the A-C-C-R-A

I bet on myself and won the parlay, okay

Trying to climb higher and higher, I'm hiking, you in the same old place

You getting high and you still where you are, **** you've been stoned since the Stone Age

Lord I've been trying, **** be trying me, tell them to stop cuz I ain't no saint

Or maybe I am, till I get to trippin'

Bae, let's take a trip out to St. Tropez

They don't even rap, they just gossip on beats

All they do is hate and be putting out tweets

All I do is cook and be putting out heat

And I mean it, for really, these **** ain't me

I'ma spazz out on the track, I'ma tweak

If she crash out, won't react, I'ma leave, simple, brief

Over a chick? I ain't losing no sleep

Man what the hell is even writer's block? Just pick up a pen, ****

What the hell is even missing shots? Shoot it again, ****

What the hell is inconsistency? Just make it a trend, ****

Who the hell you calling "bro"? I hate y'all, we ain't friends, ****

Split the loaf with bro, I told him that's how we break bread, ****

Yeah we heard you say you tough, cool story, we ain't ask, ****

Ask about your past? Shawty I am good, I'll pass

Please don't catch no feelings, I don't wanna end up like your last ****, no

Too damn cold so they bundling up

Your so-called bro threw you under the bus

I highkey think I am him and I'm up

If you've been listening, you'd agree I'm the one

I always think about running it up

If ain't bout cash then it ain't bout 'nun

Ain't bout racks? Ain't bout funds? Then I just do not wanna hear it

Period, I'm serious

Might cuff if she know all the lyrics

They be rapping bout money and bitches they don't even have but let me mind my business

She text me "what you gon' do if one day you wake up blocked", I ain't even text her back, I guess I got writer's block

What the hell is even writer's block? Just pick up a pen, ****

What the hell is even missing shots? Shoot it again, ****

What the hell is inconsistency? Just make it a trend, ****

Who the hell you calling "bro"? I hate y'all, for real