Verse 1:

Homeboy more bark than bite

I got two different lives like Walter White

Tough to separate the wrong from right

When you always see yourself in a positive light

3:33 woke up to an owl

Stench in the air and it smells quite foul

There’s a pain originating from his bowels

Fell asleep clothed but he woke up in a towel

Word around town is that fame is a curse

Coerce the pilot, and throw it into reverse

Before they put my homie under the dirt

We pay our respects and hotbox the hearse (We pay tribute and hotbox the hearse)

Two-faced, you just crack the case

A catchy moniker my saving grace

Klepto the way I steal third base

Join the rap game, leave without a trace

Prefer joints I dont fuck with blunts

Smoke for the aesthetic a publicity stunt

I’m a stoner, I’m not tryna front

But- I can make an eighth last about a month

Woke up at 10 but my body’s still stoned

Headin to the gym cause im tryna get toned

Drop a single, haters hoping that I won’t

Damned if I do, man damned if I don’t

Not finished, yeah I still got juice

Pull out the wawa-chuckin up the deuce

What kind of man perpetuates abuse

“I drank too much.” that’s a bad excuse

Nice on the court man that’s the truth

D.C can stickhandle in a closed phone booth

Fuck 12, fuck charlie Puth

Imma Bite my tongue till my tooth is loose

Chorus:

Imma do me, let em speculate

Gonna close my eyes just to concentrate

Yeah, the way I spit game got em licking plates

Know I’m coming in hot, better save the date

What’s there to con-tem-plate

Throw some dirt on my name, imma take the bait

Man if you get the chance, better not be late

Put a dot on my head, don’t hesitate

Verse 2:

Make no mistakes once we start the heist

Yeah Im-taking out the lights like a poltergeist

Im the - best thing since bread was sliced

Man If you ain’t hip, that’s an oversight

I make music going out on a limb

Yet People tend to think i did it all on a whim

Bright boy but im lowkey dim

Its Funny how my real name (became) the pseudonym

Keep in mind that I’m still a Menace

Imma chop em all up like a Head of lettuce

Need a vacay hit up Rome or Venice

Imma skunk a mothafucka in some table tennis

But on the real, I dont Mean no harm

A good hearted boy from Richter Farm

Cookin beats and it works like a charm

Generic as they come-Trees tatted on his forearm

I’m a homebody coulda got the rickets

Cold metal on our wrists caught scalping tickets

Playing hide and seek with an elusive cricket

Some unfortunate events -word to Lemony Snicket

I wonder where im gonna be in a year

If I’m still frying ozzies imma disappear

You couldn’t tell from the nissan frontier

The coldest white rapper on this side of the hemisphere

Piña colada shout out rupert holmes

We making cocktails filled with acetone

Beige fit like im indiana jones

Watch me get lost as i navigate the catacombs

I’m a grandmaster, he’s just a pawn

He’s french’s yellow mustard, I’m grey poupon

Watch me blow up when I’m dead and gone

I put the phenom in phenomenon

Chorus:

Imma do me, let em speculate

Gonna close my eyes just to concentrate

Yeah, the way I spit game got em licking plates

Know I’m coming in hot, better save the date

What’s there to con-tem-plate

Throw some dirt on my name, imma take the bait

Man if you get the chance, better not be late

Put a dot on my head, don’t hesitate