I know you listen every project

Never get the concept

Content too complex, too conscious

Converse context, too much to process

All you do is talk shit

Yeah, it's Eazy, young Frank Sinatra

My car self-parks while I drink a vodka

My weed comes from space, you can taste the star dust (ah)

"I will always win" is my favorite mantra (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You should never play with monsters

You'll end up in a lake or a basement locker

What's on my plate? Steak and eggs and lobsters

What's on this plate? Some amazin' pasta

So much food on my chinny-chin-chin

They get in a bad mood when I'm winnin'-win-win (yeah)

Sad news for you kiddy-kid-kids

Thinkin' that you can't lose now, it's really grim-grim

Thinkin' that you're Swae Lee, but you're really Slim Jim

Or Jay-Z but you're really his kids

You're not a boss, I designed the business

"You can suck my cock" I reply to bitches, and

When you see the size of this dick

It's scientific, not science-fiction

It can touch the clouds, yeah the sky's the limits

Plus it's good for you like a vitamin is (yeah)

They all know I'm high, I'm different (yeah-yeah)

Never had to try to fit in (no-no)

Raised by Family Guy and Simpsons (wait)

Wayfair told me buy this infant

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, don't go there

Nose hairs burned down from the coke shared

With a groupie in Saint Louis, now we're both starin' (yeah)

Out the window without blinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'

All these little pills keep on fallin' on me (whoa)

Pick 'em up nice and then call the lobby

(We need more Sprites and halal salami)

Lay down now, eat my sausage mommy, ah

The money, the power, the gold (the power, the gold)

I've come to devour the vault (devour the vault)

Roll with a pack of the wolves (pack of the wolves)

You do not matter the most (no)

All of my enemies hoes (hoes, hoes)

We make 'em ghosts (ghosts)

Slay 'em like David with stones (stones)

Get in the spaceship and psew

Off we go as the rocky roads

The road get rocky, runnin' out of coffee, blow, and Vyvanse

By chance, can you spot me, though?

Until my soul gets sold, I'll be awfully broke

There's a moral to the story that cannot be told

About the ones on top, how they copied flows

From the rapper that's hot in the spot below

I'll take anybody beef, make a sloppy Joe

Okay, take another look at the menu

Never sold out, but I sell out the venue

Bottom of the pill bottle tell what I've been through

So every day, I wonder if I wanna continue

Bitches on my telephone tell me to send nudes

I can't now, I'm playin' Nintendo with ten dudes

And I'm off of the benzo

My friend Drew's dad got a stash like Gardner Minshew

Long hair, lookin' like a porn star now

I could prolly get a foreign car now just to make 'em say, "Wow"

Cal really got his shit together

'Least a fuckin' drug addict, but he's rich forever

And it's crazy, his car got crimson leather

He got customs plates, they let him pick the letters

He got a dick implant, the bigger, the better

The only girl he can fit in like six foot seven, man look

I know you listen every project

Never get the concept

Content too complex, too conscious

Converse context, too much to process

All you do is talk shit, lil' bitch