Hey

Still little

Still daddy

Still spit hard

And Still a baddie

[Introductory Stanzas]

Yeah, I spit my shit off that shit from your local drug store

And i don’t give a fuck, yeah I own it, I’m a satire whore

I been doing this rap shit now for two years

And though I’m faded there’s one thing that is clear

I’ll keep doing this shit year after year

And I won’t ever stop til I’ve shed my very last- tear

[Verse 1]

Yeah, shit got pretty bad last time with Shlome

I didn’t even know if I would find my way back home

But I learned that I’m still pretty fly on my own

And now look at me I’m a motherfuckin death drone

Yeah, I still pop on my NyQuils on the nightly

My promethazine game is still shining brightly

Allegra made me feel just a little bit too good

But I fixed all my shit and now I’m back in the hood

Yeah I hoard all the talent you can call me a hog

I love dropping bars like Keith loves frogs

I roll in with the tide pods bitch I don’t use all

And all of my fans really got me like pog

Yeah this one goes out to David and Megs mom

They took this journey with me back since day 1

Now I’m up at the top and bursting through the ceiling

And I’ll keep on going cuz I love the feeling

[Chorus]

Hey

We’re getting so high its like we’re rockets

Our energies flowing right out of the sockets

So low key were down in Davy Jones locket

And when we’re done?- we be winding up in pockets

Yuh yuh yuh

We be winding up in pockets

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We be winding up in pockets

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We be winding up in pockets

Yuh yuh yuh

[Verse 2]

Ok get ready here’s the rest of the track

I be spillin this shit like it’ll paint our driveway black

And when this song is over you’ll be in such a fizz

That you just like me not know who Godzilla is

I got a lot of feist for such a little dad

I smell like prescriptions and look like a chad

And after three times when I’m heading out the door

All the girls be screaming “come back for round 4”

Yeah it’s like our walks with all of these beavers

You know that I’m balling just like the retrievers

I am the radio, you’re the receiver

Yeah this shits like Covid-19 it’s a fever

Any obstacles that try to get in my way

Will get snashed right through like Jude’s glass tray

And if anyone says that I have a small cood

I’ll laugh it off like what a fucking liar dude!

Chorus

Ok one last verse and I won’t make it tame

This song will be as long as y’all’s sessions of warframe

If you try to get a handle on me I’ll shrug

Cuz I’m as handleless as our broken aheigo mug

I’m feeling as high as a third plat lowkey

That level that we get where we start texting Miki

And you ask me if I care that shlome don’t miss me?

Yeah I don’t give a fuck in fact I feel free

Yeah I’m growing tall like a jungle biome tree

I’m riding to the moon like my shares of GME

I’m almost done now with blowing your mind

And your head is now spinning like the fan level in fall guys

Yeah you’re brains are coming out like my songs in February

As smooth ands a juicy as a juicy cranberry

I’ll give a goodbye cause it’s almost time to go

You’re trip is over now and I’ll see you in the afterglow

Chorus x2

Yeah I dropped these bars like someone who rubbed their hands on our kitchen floor and then tried to carry barssss