[Intro]

Segway to the art of comedy with the young man

Well, I'ma let him come out and just entertain you

Ladies and gentlemen, this is...

[Verse 1]

Applying pressure got my diamonds wetter

Fuck a beat, see my choppers do it acapella

Money handsome, type of Benz I whip, cause a tantrum

Don't ask 'em 'cause all the shit I seen left a mark

Chapter nine forty seven, nigga fly, no Aladdin

Got December twenty seven on my rings and my wrists

Not religious with the shits but made a profit likе John

With this three sixteens, nigga, fuck you mean?

See the girl of your dreams

Fuck mе back to sleep, I'm barbarian

Living vegetarian, toss your bitch salad

Give her carrots, make her count my green

White girl, what's your name? She like, "Britney, bitch

I let her play with my snake like she Britney bitch

We got rocks, paper, two bitches scissoring

Her new nigga name Bob but he ain't built like this

Her new nigga name Bob but he ain't built like, please

[Interlude]

Y'all need to start spendin' time with your kids

That's all I got to say

[Verse 2]

Excuse my common sense, we got dollars over here

Niggas wanna get the bread, got baguettes over here

How you aiming for the head when the crown over here

Put that M on your head like Vegeta over here, um

Smoking on that Babylon weather

Got dem billabong jeans with dem matching Margielas

I better than your whole crew times two

We got sticks and the drums we The Roots

Plus we got dem Benzes, women speaking in different accents

What happened? We weren't supposed to make it, we ejected

My niggas stay frozen like the set of Cool Runnings

Gave God a high five when we stood on our money

And fuck the presidents I like mine in caskets

Fuck dem broke hoes, I like mine with with assets

Huff puff blow your head off with passion

About four shots, y'all thought Pharrel was packing, huh

[Interlude]

That boy is too, that guy is too happy to be on stage

[Verse 3]

It's critical, three sixteen's, I'm so biblical

Spend a couple decimals on vehicles

Then I drop the top, niggas know I ball like Fetty Wap

So the loner stay dripping, tell 'em niggas get a mop

Been this way since my adolescences

Turn my L's into lessons, surrounded by the realest brethren

Who got a sweet tooth for cream, ain't street

No set, just L's we throw up like bulimics

But if the beef come seeking, we keep the iron like anemics

LONER inc., you fucking with the venom