[Verse1]

Your bars feeble, mine's fabled

Sometimes I feel like Clark Gable

They place I write from, y'all can't visit

That's why I'm not able to rhyme stable

They know my lyrics like the times table

I let the bars take off

Homie they know me as the Ink Dragon

Fake tattoo artist only skin deep, plus they forgot to load the ink cartridge

My throat's parched, nigga I need water

Felabration week just passed and I haven't been to KK. Not yet at least. Hump day blues. I don't want to disrespect the trumpets though

[Verse 2]

I said I didn't want to disrespect the trumpets

But I wanna fill Ivanka with a muffin

But I heard a nigga playing off key so I said fuck it

Don't forget I'm a child of destiny like Miss Luckett

And my well is deep, you'll see before I kick the bucket

Guarantee your Folake give me a whole lotta lovin'

That's a whole lot of buns in the oven

That's if they poking holes in the rubbers

My circle is gold, boy I'm covered

Don't mess with the flow or the money

Talking about the latter, man I'm on it

Bottom of the rung on a come up

Bottle of Patron for the honeys

Mega-sized Crayola for the young un's

Birthed a knucklehead but still put up with him so all around the globe for my parents

Fuck a clearance ticket

Fuck your best description

Dirty Polo's on my sole's though

Allen Avenue, 6:30 go-slow

I'm in a One Chance living like Y.O.L.O

And how this nigga paint these flicks so vivid with the slow stroke

Fuck, man, I don't know

Don't just stare, get the Go-Pro

Take a photo or something

[Verse 3]

After this shit, yes I might be headed underground

When I surface it's probably with another sound

If you ever get bored though, build a bore hole

Get a bucket, you might just find Waldo

The best me is when pressed to the wall though

You might wanna eat your I dinner before your jaws broke

Especially if half of your lyrics borrowed

That's not the bro code, I've got the source code

You wouldn't get it boy I spit in morse code

Lost in the sauce though

And the exchange rate got me tapping out

I copped a cap and gown but economy droopy like a Basset Hound

And you know what? That makes me so mad

A fool and he's been all over, a Fulani nomad

Just got back, and he had no idea that shit was so bad

Get with the program

It's clear the government don't care for no man

Nigga so we slow dance with the hustle

Hold hands, do the shuffle

Big boys moving weight

Layman, moving muscle

Okada switching lanes

Keke moving like buses

We loving it through the pain

The beauty is in the struggle

Look

One time for my soul x2

Take it away, Big Man