[Intro]

Ayo

Yuh, ayo

[Verse]

Anybody know just put me on a beat and I'll wreck it

This gon' really leave a big thumbs up on my record

Add a Tyler beat to the list and just check it

Have the whole game on crutches, senile and decrepit

My road to the top is an express lane

Steady grindin' in my own lane, just like the X Games

I be feeling so much Spain without the S, pain

And I ain't got that much else to explain

On the way back home, I'll take the next train

Fly her out to Santa Monica, take the next plane

Blessings to the ones that keep me humble through this shit

Trying not to act a fool, I think I'm goin' Ludacris

When I throw the hooks and jabs, niggas know I'm no average

Droppin' Burkins on the fam 'til the store got no baggage

Still won't give a fuck when I'm 21, I'm all savage

Don't be focusing on my plate, it's full, your boy can manage

Different flows, that's how the rap game go

Dropped "Saloon" and now I'm feeling like the rap Rango

Your girl hit me up 'cause in the sheets, she wanna tango

Back the machine, I'll be shooting rounds like I'm Rambo

Uh, Mario Maker, I'm stacking them bricks

Milly Rock through Times Square like I play for the Knicks

Uh, change the flow up again

Bars sick, gotta make sure I don't throw up again

Bure then and now, y'all can peep the glow up again

Like a time bomb, make my songs blow up again

I'm cut different nigga, you just a infant, nigga

Between me and you, it's quite the distance, nigga

You don't know it, but that shit be gettin' real bigger

Bad boy on the rocks like I'm Puffy and Jigga

My girl a 10, she got the brains and she got the figure

Spend a bag, told her it's whatever like I'm Digga

Uh, my diamonds dance with the stars

Push all the whips and the cars

I just go for the kill like Thirty Seconds to Mars

Paper, mic and a pen when I'm locked up behind bars

It ain't easy being me, you can see by my scars

Uh, dreams are made of this

These the times I miss, living in pure bliss

Order the New York strip at the Ruth's Chris

Pull up in the Hellcat with the roof missing

Giving thanks for the life that I got

Been dreaming of this shit since I was a lil' tot

I've been dreaming of this shit since mama was pushin' cot

On the scene, never lackin' like a IG bot

Check the temp, I'm hot

My pen game on a hundo

On that Dubai shit like Cactus Jack and the Huncho

Be a leader in this shit, no cappin' that's the motto

In my city, I'ma be what Drizzy is in Toronto

That's on God

See in Activision like I own COD

Another day at the office 'cause I've been on job

Your girl fiendin' how she grippin' my handle

I carry Washingtons around, call Ms Pope for a scandal

Hawk 'em with the red velvet, my clip on Kevin Huerter

Snackin' on a burger while committing lyrical murder

Like Stephen A barber, I push your wig back

New Dior and Air Forces, yeah, I dig dat

Metro Boomin, I might just shoot ya

All I want is free bands like I'm signing with Future

I create it 'cause the concept of the future kinda odd

Kinda odd 'cause the landscape of my future kinda broad

Just wanna dabble in the such

Wanna get to the point where I'm not doin' too much

Take my time with the shits, just don't get in a rush

I'ma artist, no A Boogie, need some paint and a brush

Look, 'cause I'm designing my world

As the Prince, I'm decorating with the diamonds and pearls

Sippin' OJ at the park with my Tylers and Earls

Bumpin' "Flower Boy" and right beside is my Flower Girl

Uh, I be snappin', I be floatin'

Got some more shit to write, no time to get to gloatin'

Killed the beat so man, I just feel like that guy

I'll be bumpin' OF 'til the day that I die

Gone