So where would you happen to find one of those?

I faced a blunt out front the venue with a stack of fans

Thought I could cook it in the bag like it was Zatarain's

Chasing stars 'til I bled from the welts, got caught inside the same color

Tryna stretch on the veldt, ayy, ayy

Big Billy, sit still, we was on fire

Shit kill me, sicilian chrome tires

Sideways I sit, father, forgive me, I mustn't flex

Pity, pity, it's hideous, like hickeys, I'm on they neck

Obsidian, let's reflect

I'm dippin' to get the check

It was written, I'm workin' stiff, it's a symphony of the flesh

Get stretched

Made it home from the movies

Told me not to break a leg, I think I'm Kota Ibushi

Style as cold as a smoothie, cut the cream from the flat

Greg Jennings, how I run it, put the team on my back

What, what?

It ain't nothin' to get it, you gotta keep it

Took a thousand-yard stare off my face and then I freaked it

Deep breath, inhale then exhale

Cashier knows my first name from cigarette sales

"Cash or credit?" I swiped it before she said it

Smoke fillin' up the Camry like I'm driving through a chem trail

Thirty rack of miller high like riding passenger

Pulled one out the pack, like working hard to rent excalibur

I whip a '99 Toyota like a challenger

Nothing on my calendar, I'm just a weary traveler

I've got nothing to do, nowhere to be

I got no one to see, it's only me

What some call loneliness, others call freedom

What some call a life, I might call a mausoleum

My responsibilities are few and far between

I treat an obligation like I'm fighting in a coliseum

If it don't bring me joy or money, I don't need 'em

Treat my jobs just like my father treated me, I fuckin' leave 'em

Wasn't cool enough to join 'em, so I beat 'em

Now they ask me what it feels like being famous when I see 'em

I tell 'em I still haven't made it past the tryouts

Maybe when I make it, I can tell 'em when I find out

Can't wait to sign out, can't wait for privacy

Can't wait until my life is something only I can see

I'll probably buy a boat and start a fuckin' winery

Until then, it's just a price of notoriety (Don't you want it?)

Yeah, yeah

Mrs. Hollywood in the fuckin' building, ISSBROKIE, bitch, you know what the fuck it is

Here with two legends, Ashtin and Kill Bill

I'ma just, I'ma just let this shit go

First day back, motherfucker, look

I don't write hooks, I'm a punchline rapper, get it?

Bitch spittin' different since you dudes ain't knew the boul was hittin'

I'm agnostic, rockin' Chrome, it ain't my true religion

Mix it with the Christians, I been with the wack since catechism, huh

Wait, first day back, it got imagined different

Probably baskin' asses 'fore you ever match, the tracks are written

Look, Mrs. Hollywood, ISSBROKIE, back in business

Y'all don't really want it like pajama sets on early Christmas

I'll probably suck a dick before I let y'all think it's dumb

Wishin' nothin' crazy, make 'em think, like maybe, I'm just smokin' blunts

Laughin' at these rappers throwin' hits while they not mixin' one

I smack 'em 'cross the ocean, watch 'em float into the distant sun

Yeah, on a Monday, I let 'em know what's sense

Sweatin' 'em up in specific ways, been different, no specific buffs

I'm kind of like Kill Bill, might go ball from all this written stuff

Since RICHIE!, knew to till in stadiums, a bitch ain't did enough since BOMINATION!

I ain't tryna politick

I just let the guala hit to give it to the Trevor Project, all in bids

Call my bitch just to hear her call me rich

She love it when I'm confident, in confidence, no consonance

Dollar commas all I get

I'm just getting by, I promise all of this

Prioritize my mama, Oakland, all that shit that got me this

No ice is split, no, optomotrist, I ain't doing better than y'all

The hottest bitch, my optics been the top of eagles, Oculus

Who the fuck movin' like it's blue and talkin' crazy?

Way she scoot it, duffy carry more kilos than a movie truck

Police on her ass, tinted glass, kill and shoot to bust

Blue is bucks, droppin' out the trunk, how they knew it's us?

Kaboom, it's up, rappers talkin' crazy 'cause they stupid, bruh

Alludin' that I'm doin' this for money, check my studi' card

Got blackened sheets, pillows 'cause I'm sleepin' at your newest cuts

When I backed away, I did this take to only do it once, stupid

That's what I expected

ISSBROKIE, bitch, Mrs. Hollywood in the fuckin' building

The one take got it

You already know who the fuck it is in this bitch

Shoutout Kill Bill, shoutout Ashtin

Shoutout whoever produced this heavenly-ass beat (Ohbliv), goddamn

I'm hyped up, I'm 'bout to go play, uh

Tomodachi Life on my Switch 2

I don't know why I just said that like it was an ad, but

Bitch (It's not fair)