[Verse]

Yuh, check, fuck

I'm in this shit feeling different, banana peeling the curtain back

Count yo days with the almanac

Sicker than the sibling throwing up some silky similac

Similar to my face when I make when you listen to that playback

I know a nigga feel this, head bouncin' dive board

I can only profit of real shit

Strugglin' for a bill shit, it’s coming real quick watch

Tik-Tokin' yo days down until the scroll steady stop

That Fetty Wap, that one eye open when I sleep

Just a peep, a squeak is all I need to grab the leaf blower

And branch 'em off, Italian sauce

Ragu your crew, nigga, you was feta off

Murder scene, I just scoff, little inconvenience

Lookin' for a deeper meaning, nigga, there is not one

You couldn't nerf my style if you had a pile of some real guns

Artillery, literally, I know you feel this beat

Imma stop here and let my nigga eat, that's the recipe

Mm, that nigga next to me and he hungry, shit

Stomach growlin' for bite some fantasy munching

Over the table, laptop in lap back, bending, hunching

Workin' on a kick, best believe that shit will be punching

Only winners eat dinner, baby, why you still lunching?

Go break a leg, go break a bone, whatever, do some crunching

What P said, I could never do- mm

What P said, ****, I could never- fuck

Never tell a lie, my nigga, why would I do that?

I got a load of fuckin' songs that I ain't even do yet

If I ain't get to your shit, 'cause I be in a mode

Computing ones and o’s on my next big fuckin' project

The time I spent on this next right here

For y'all big fat fuck ears to indulge in

I hope the result in a couple of months when it drop

Will be some shit y'all niggas like, wanna bite, wanna cite

Oh, my vid go like-

Go figure, my nigga, you fuckin' made it

Too bad yo fuckin' [?] had you, now he fuckin' hates it

Now you figure how to be, always debating

Whether this dude or this move is worth future trading

Give me some separation, give me space like orbit

Slide up in this song like Rasputia from Norbit

I give y'all the art, I just hope you enjoy it

When I speak life, please, please don’t ignore it

'Cause man, these ****s just be- be so terrified

Put out a little tape, they like "Kameron, why?"

No long nose, ****, I could never lie

On concrete rolls, I could never die

I use that shit that ****s ain't never heard

I mean, name one **** that's better than Kirb'

****s is stompin' the [?], he is eatin' the curb

Make sure shit hurt and affect more [?]

And my system so [?] and my soul and system

I'm MJ today and they ain't even [?]

They ain't even [?] though, they ain't even my chico

Track seven code name, "get 'em burrito"

Man, wrap this shit up, keep it protected

Peep over your shoulder like cheatin' on testin'

He could never feel less then; one-two, mic check him

After he done, just leave mic restin'

It's too hot for you, shit is not for you

I am not your dude, so stop spammin' me, ****

Stop crammin' me, ****, I am not your son

What ya plan be, ****? What's ya plan B, ****?

'Cause mine is to go back to plan A

'Cause I ain't seen plan B in over X amount of days, my main set goal

My brain been spoke all of this trauma that you feel in your soul

That bike is plastic, but I cruise it like it is gold

Hypocrites said I never wear pants low

The face of the future, just give me the logo

And oh, no, the boy number one pick, let it roll

The cargo pockets more varied than they catalog

I log in, fuck 'round, and still come out on top

****s try hard to impress other ****s

I figured that you wasn't gay, but damn, my ****

[?], hit him on his head like a [?]

Ain't seen her in a minute, she got more stripes than Tigger

Damn, did y'all [?]? Sorry, I'm just a ****

[?], of course I'm number one [?]

Made hella beats; today, I work and shut up

And don't give 'em to nobody like, damn, I'm stuck up

Frail body [?], but baby, bars can buck up

Tell all y'all ****s "Just shut the fuck up"

Who that kid with a [?] cookin' beats to a sear?

Skin the color of deer and movin' with no self-fear

Man, he just tear and the beats that you hear

But a man with all the answers and still

He is a exclamation on both sides like Spanish rotation

The scheme is black and white, apartheid, segregation

Speedin' in his own, ain't nobody erase him

But also, he brainless, BBC and shameless

How can he contain this? I don't know [?]

Check him off, nobody is feelin' him

First off, a second, I don't think he really do it anyway

He look up to the right role models, but damn, they really gay

I get plenty play, life harder than [?]

And many say that a critique [?]

Be a low-life with no life, damn, I hate it

It might be that K's right, he is made it, fuck