(Ayy, Tony)

Oh, you making bands, that's a first impression

I can't show the world my hand when these **** guessing

Got Margiela for my manager, he need a necklace

Why these **** always staring? I don't see 'em stepping

He be snitching like his mans, they like Lethal Weapon

She be eatin' for the champ, swear she need a breakfast

I be chiefing on these grams, I might need a second

I'ma leave you on the 'Gram, I ain't seen a destiny

Why you teasing me with— when I seek affection

I ain't trying to lead you on, we could be symmetric

I be high for really long, know the geekers get it

Roll inspired since the Bronx, I can teach a lesson

So much right shit feels so wrong, I can be regressive

All the wrong shit feels so right, so I keep it simple

You be lying in your songs, I can't be receptive

Uh, yeah

Shit be going on and on if you peep the message

You be high and you be gone, what she see is hectic

Yeah, this life is full of flaws, lot of imperfections

All this wrong shit feels so right, so I keep it simple

Shit be going on and on if you peep the—

You be high and you be gone, what she see is—

Yeah, this life shit full of flaws, lot of imperfections

Shit be going on and on—

Shit be going on and on—

Shit be going on and on—

Shit be going on and on—