[Verse 1]

Can I help you?

I give a fuck about what anybody else do

I give a fuck about how anybody else move

Or anybody else moo, sun cycle a foot head

Cats don’t even know the history of my footwear

Can’t believe I even understood [?]

[Verse 2]

4 digits at least G

I just got off of Facebook so good luck tryna reach me

Oh 4 digits ain’t that much

But let me see you get that just for waking up

Yo, stop clowning

I stayed the course, get my point across without shouting

34 years without a loss

That’s years without a boss and counting

[Verse 3]

I ain’t notice cats was tryna be intimidating

I was meditating

A writer said I’ll be dead beforе I’m celebrated

A famous corpsе, guessing that’s the cost of innovating

My inhalation, my exhalation

I taking stride to coincide with my expiration

When I ain’t breaking cycles I’m breaking into Cyprus

I made it to 34 so I guess there’s typos in the Bible

Or could be just human

But soon as I wake I’m back to what I fell asleep doing

Dudes behind that ran contra now decide to throw concerts

Now worth more monsters, I mean sponsors

[Verse 4]

I got an army of saints, my army’s in shape

They constitute a cypher that is hard to explain

And hard to escape

The current is the currency, be gone in exchange

Every sec I shake the Etch A Sketch, a clean slate

Free of cliches, not that any of y’all appreciate

It’s crazy these days, word

Living in the last days, home is where the hat lays

So I ain’t busy setting up the barricades

To ward off motherfuckers tryna break into the Batcave

Rainy days, I still radiate

I signify the entire game, hollering a woo woo ’88