Mr. Depop, she want the jeans off of me

I See rocks and think they all fit for her feet

I Flee a lot

But never when me and Lipschitz meet, though

Fat closet

London Tipton type shit

Rappin' till I'm dead, a walkin' mummy

Rabbit know myself, you ain't gotta tell me

Who got hops?

High hopes, the money

Bad at coverin

I Need a second coat over this John Baptist

Preach dumpin' like Holmes in the street, beat up 'cause kids listen to madness

(Hook)

I Gotta move, I gotta make some

(Make some)

I Got a rule to never break one

(Break one)

Can't sit still, you popped, laid up

Crack a bottle over your head, you Nate Jacobs

Na-na-na-na-na

Nah, I don't play dumb

Been cracked the seal, I just play dumb

Been shook the block, fool. And dog, this ain't a layup

And this poison got me social like a bitch named Joy

Wakin' up from a knockout

Gettin' ready to knock out

Round two

Get it crackin' like dry noodles

And pots out

Ain't talkin' Donovan, been hip-hop since

Still rock out

Garage days, recordin' in the whip

Parked

Play the beat

Me and Day go bar for bar

And I got new shit written

Fitted in some fitted, in an extra

All my clothes on Saddam time, I don't gotta dresser

Momma kept a young Nesta

Fresh, Rasta pumpin' in my vessels

The messenger, just ask Rudy, I'm special

(No, you not)

And Holmes broke in the street 'cause the madness in the middle

And the kids listen to the middle

(Hook)

I Gotta move, I gotta make some

(Make some)

I Got a rule to never break one

Can't sit still, you popped, laid up

Crack a bottle over your head, you Nate Jacobs.