[Intro: Grayson]

Dad wants a motorcycle

[Verse 1: Grayson]

Dad wants a motorcycle, mama wants a house

My friends want this but they act like that and the haters want to run their mouth

Kind of hard being G.C., everybody in the squad wants a CD

Everybody in Amarillo that's got a SoundCloud got my mixtape playing on repeat

Had it like 3 weeks

Kids go hard for a retweet

Hoes at the shows they be doing the most for the pee pee

Tell them back it up, bang, skeet skeet

Pollinate her flower like a bee's knees

I'm killing them believe me, yeah I make it sound easy

Grayson Glynn, got the white hoes out here acting sleazy

All these folks that just walk around and they're wasting time

I can't wait to shine so I'm taking mine and I'll make it rhyme

Take your mind and set it free

Fake a smile and let it be

Be yourself homie, don't adjust

Because looking back, growing up they had hope in us

It's like a tortoise and a hare racing down the street

One slows down, thinking that they've got you beat

But I'm never giving up on the race because I'll get first place if I just take it slow enough

Making a way for the children ahead of me

So they could become all the things that their parents had said they could never be

You're a celebrity, I am just trying to give you the recipe

For now it's a verse, later the rest of me

Honestly few of these rappers impressing me

I'ma be keeping it real till the death me

I'm only 19, head full of pipe dreams

Young flaco doing work for the plug in them white tees

Gassed up, trying to get nice things

Maybe that isn't the way, maybe I'm tripping lately been missing

Hoping to finally find an escape, stuck in the system, people gone listen

People hate when the players important

Their envy be keeping them trapped on the bench

So give me the rock and I'm scoring

Soaring, hand in the rim like I'm Jordan (Ball)

And I'm never going to stop till the day I fall (Fall)

Till the day I fall, on my worst behavior

3 ft bong with the percolators

Earn this money now, I'm going to burn it later

Smoke until my eyes are red like a Terminator

Grayson be spitting that flame

Snorting cocaine, nah I'm just playing (Whoa)

Homies just going insane, ladies just drop that ass down to the floor

For the guild of the gabbers, joint rollers and dabbers

She's picking it up and she's throwing it backwards

These hoes they'll be checking the swagger so dapper

Y'all sleeping and dreaming we're making it happen

Started out selling it turned into rapping

Trevor gone serve all their heads on a platter

Ain't talking money it don't even matter

Passing it off gone on that shatter

[Verse 2: Stoneyyy]

Guild of the Gab you're feeling too bad

Not claiming their children the case of their dads

Hopelessly chasing the moments they never did have, I'm thinking too sad

But I'll bring it back on a clean slate

Understand the meaning, not the he say she say

Scoring so fast need a replay, sleeping on us malfunction, got a delay

Guess I'll break it down, roll it up, fasten the top when I'm rolling my blunts

Keeping it stuffed and I'm puffin the skunk

Bump in the trunk and you're hearing my funk

She's getting too crunk she's getting too throwed

She gave me a look so I took her ass home

Tresspass in my zone not hearing a phone

Laying the bone and I leave her alone

These hoes want to be that chick

Hop up on this rapper's dick

Stoneyyy's flows be getting too sick

Flicking my bic while we taking a pic

Drop Ent, we on the scene

I've got a label so fuck a degree

Asking the questions, I'm just doing me

Yet to be grown but I'm planting my seeds

[Bridge/ Outro: Grayson]

And I ain't even anxious don't worry

She was Stalling (Stalin) I was Rushing (Russian), no hurry

If I let you past these walls then don't hurt me

Sipping whiskey smoking ciggys till it's blurry

Flexing my vocals, the dopest of locals beginning to focus

Fuck all the broke ones, I came a long way and I used to be hopeless

Did I say hopeless, I meant to say helpless

Inevitable that I'm young and I'm selfish

They're bobbing their heads and they can't even help it

I know that I'm killing em, killing em (uh)

Dad wants a motorcycle, mama wants a house

My friends want this but they act like that and the haters want to run their mouth

Kind of hard being G.C., everybody in the squad wants a CD

Everybody in Amarillo that's got a SoundCloud got my mixtape playing on repeat

Had it like 3 weeks, (gabbers, joint rollers and dabbers)