Yo, I'm holy

Go jail, do home in this system

Thank God I ain't goin' back to Kolee

On go with the engine faulty

They wanna lie, I stroke that goatee

I'm telling them stop that

Man, just one more goal in this final

Please don't drop back

Don't go shop, then home, then shop

You might not pop back

See through the fake, ain't gotta wear glasses

Or put in my contacts

Throw that spanner, I work like Ratchet

Last one left, kinda feel like a Lombax

Still gonna flood that wing right now

This team's too compact

Believe in miracles

Turnt words to a salary

Drunk, and even this water winehouse

I ain't goin' back, Valerie

Stab wounds, 20ish times

In court these days gotta plead insanity

So many need guidance, not cages

Gotta change up the faculty

G.O.A.T. in a human statue

Circuit small, the cycle the same

It's demons spin some devilish NASCAR

Times that wheat, it should be more than adequate

More hoes and pasta

I don't wanna win MOBOs or Grammys

I wanna win BAFTAs

Act like everything seems okay, this script compelling

God is my witness, and my dad went and gone back to heaven

Relieving that pain, reducing the swelling

Naproxen music

Had a sit with Carson, no espionage, no Vladimir Putin

Pay that price when I signed music contract, that fee is disputed

She wanna party with the rappers and the ballers, Michael Rubin

It might apply what that if the shoes fit

My main one shoeless

Sorry, my bro, I'm in jail

I just did it how you did