Posted at the crib eatin sushi

Kickin it with my lady while your crew is with the floozies

Say you’re mobbin 3 chicks deep in a two seat

Cool, but that shit ain’t gonna make me go and lose sleep

Nah, I’m happy as fuck where I’m at

And you average don’t matters can trust when I rap

I’m spittin from the heart with the writtens and the bars

I’ve had it with rappers who suck on the track

Everybody wanna be tellin me how to live my life

Go to school get a job yeah that shit is tight

But what if all I wanna do is spit up on the mic

Gamin with the homies from the burg and chill like every night?

Well I guess that I can’t and it irks me

So I stress cuz my plans ain’t be working

Can attest I’m the best nothin less

But confess I’m a mess when depression be surging

Tryna put that behind me

Only pressin play, got no time for rewinding

Still ain’t gettin signed, but it’s fine for the time being

Cuz I ain’t even in my prime sublime with this rhyme thing

Divine is what I bring, You think I’m just nerdy white dude?

That’s quite true but I’ll show you I can write too

My metaphors are better than yours and your whole crew

Ya’ll rappin mcdonalds I’m sorta more of that whole foods

I’m sorry that’s the real me talkin

I would trade a rarri just so you could hear me often

And when my shit is clearly poppin

Hella fans be flockin, and stalkin me like I’m nearly hopsin

Droppin lotsa hotness for your bitch ass

Get back, hockin wasabi with every lip flap

Yeah, Breh, Sorry I just did that

Murder fishy beats got screamin for the dispatch