Bad habits die hard

Used to bite my nails and I started that in sixth grade

And now I'm smokin' blunts and sippin' syrup in a sick way

Stickin' to them, never broken, but there's scratches on my psyche

Hopin' that I find the right key, the right drug, hopin' that I get lifted up to Cloud 9

Results is hangin' on my mind, fuck an A-level, I'm a rapper dawg

The universe is clappin', what the fuck I need a university for?

I'm kickin' it, slowed down, ponderin' what the future holds

Man I'm talented, the fuck I need a future fo'?

Phallic shaped clouds and they got me here gigglin'

Know not many men is flickerin' his flame, like hes Waka Flocka

Got the energy supply it like a Frenchman, I'm a lion, call me Mustafa's father

Not bothered, hear these rappers talkin' they just yadda yadda

Can't stop 'em, they shouldn't even try, they just cannon fodder

And your boy comin' through, Joseph Kony with an army of koalas

Out in Australia, smokin' nuggets, deconstructed, I'm just kickin' it, kickin' it

Lips blistered, smoke till you whistlin'

Got whiskers, wayward as I'm whittlin' my way in

Tell these blogs I can't pay em as I'm prayin' that my name get passed around a party like a pigskin

I'm in Great Britain, the home of the brave, where there's prisons where niggas can't see their children

I'm, 'imma just fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in

I'm, 'imma go in for the war crimes of Obama

Nah, that's drama, lay it on the tarmac, all fours, all flat

I sight enemy combatants, I'm just rappin', but I can't lose sight

Turkey sandwich to my right on my ADHD shit

Point A to Point B shit, point shit out, I'm Captain Obvious

Got talent, they flockin' to ya boy as soon as he hit a million views

A million bucks, a million screws loose, but that's soon though

Better keep an eye out as I'm hopin that I find a supplier to market me

Walter White on my Gus Fring shit, on my Twitter bio next to the pic

I'm on my Link shit, no Legend of Zelda but I'm thinkin 'bout the Gannondorfs

Hopin' I fall off ofcourse, want it so bad, hungry for this rap shit

Gimme a plate, I'm fantastic, Illmatic a nigga fate as I'm rippin' thru the plastic

You know the chemistry is drastic with powders from the Madras region

Yeah I got a nigga she speak Marathi, can I get into yo' party?

Svāgat āhe, namaskār majhī hoḍi māsaḷyaṅni bharlī āhe

My hovercraft is full of eels now let me in yo' party

Help me out

Lips blistered, smoke till you whistlin'

Got whiskers, wayward as I'm whittlin' my way in

Tell these blogs I can't pay em as I'm prayin' that my name get passed around a party like a pigskin

I'm in Great Britain, the home of the brave, where there's prisons where niggas can't see their children

I'm, 'imma just fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in