Why is there a phone holder in here?

Who writes on their phone?

I-I, I use paper, you know

You know, like the old days

Uh-hmm

We recordin'?

Oh shit!

Dear old of me

Get a load of me, came a long way

From doin' shows for free

Yeah used to free style in my homies Jeep

Now my flow 'bout to by me a home and jeep, facts

One hunnid all I've ever been

Fuck rap if you want to brawl we can get it in

Been dope with a pen way before Emenim

Only white boy in a cypher didn't flinch

Facts, facts

Let's talk about song writin'

Stats, stats

Let's talk about streams

Let's talk about, I'm talkin' about, facts

While you motherfuckers talk about dreams

Snacks, snacks

Let's talk about y'all bitin'

Crack, crack

Let's talk about fiends

'Cause bitch I'm dope and bitch you broke

So you can keep your two cents

I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight

Do the math, who got raps datin' back since nintey-eight

Aye-aye

On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight

'Fore I put this mic down

So you can keep your two cents

I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight

Do the math, who got raps

Datin' back since nintey-eight

Aye-aye

On my mama I'll prolly be ninety-eight

'Fore I put this mic down

Tell these haters, pipe down

Ya' present me, I'm presently

The beast under the bed you never see

But you know it's there an I know you're scared

'Cause when I show up you don' never speak, facts

I see fear in you hate this, fake bitch

You prolly sit when you take a piss

Make hits got the spirit of greatness

Run up on my stage, an yo man go ape shit

Ridin' in a Caddy with a semi-automatic

Ain't a motherfuckin' care in the world

Shorty gotta fatty, an she rollin' up a fatty

Think I might just have to make her my girl

An' I ain't smoked in years have to focus, on the clear

Hit the shit, I might never come down

But I ain't gotta smoke heard her tell a fuckin' joke

I swear the shit has got me laughin' out loud

It's a, it's so funny you think I care 'bout what you think

They say you are what you eat

So i stay off of news feeds, ooh-wee

I always gave my all but never gave a fuck

So trust me, I won't ever let your two cents leave me bankrupt

So you can keep your two cents

I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight

Do the math, who got raps datin' back since nintey-eight

Aye-aye

On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight

'Fore I put this mic down

So you can keep your two cents

I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight

Do the math, who got raps

Datin' back since nintey-eight

Aye-aye

On my mama I'll prolly be ninety-eight

'Fore I put this mic down

Tell these haters, pipe down