Released on December 19, 2017

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*crunch*

(Yeah, look who’s dead, motherfucker)


[Intro]

[[What’s up, what’s up,]] (whaddup-whaddup, whaddup-whaddup)

[[What’s up, what’s up,]] (whaddup-whaddup, whaddup-whaddup)

…Yo, what happenin’?


[Verse 1]

Pumping iron in high school, holding iron after college

Pull on the iron, and gearshift; you finna knowledge the chieftain

You ain’t be beefin’ with my cool; I told you, hear it, and follow:

Puffin’ P-Funks, or Spirits, or lunkheads heading to spirit, (AAAA)

Nothing swallowed, won’t hear it, listen, you’re funkin’ my spirit

Hand out hugs in appearance, but the real me, go peer it

Never fuck with anybody, except, like, eleven-so people

Obliged to loving the subjects—I—I mean people, my tongue slipped

Actually fuck finessing, it's dumb shit

It such a blessing, this drum kit

This vibe is best, but I’ll up it; fly from nest, while you plummet

This happy beat liberating all the waves off of inner behavior

Zap me from sleep, defibrillator; peep what’s happenin’, I’ll stay here

Please

Just put me down back under, MD

Mounting temps all summer, cuz our planet torn asunder, be

Now me and who the fuck ever else, gotta put it back together?

Eesh, I’ll stay here…


[Chorus]

Whaddup-whaddup, [[whaddup-whaddup]]

Whaddup brother? [[What’s up?]]

We’re like each other, [[Similar]]

Except we’re not, [[Yuh]]

Whaddup-whaddup, [[whaddup-whaddup]]

What’s your customs? [[Tradition]]

We might be brothers, [[Familiars]]

Except for, we’re not


[Verse 2]

Ya’all, kinda gotta an issue with competition

Ya’all just bitch at the winners; for you I’m dishing out tissues

Cuz when you’re winning, you’re selfish; reluctant me finna stick through

All these pills, but I’m retching; charity wishing is vicious

The debt I feel for this people, nothing but spliffs on the mouth roof

I try and record my how-to; they think my image is out to

Go get ‘em rapport with some odd dudes, so they just utter a foul truce

To spot my life like a contuse, while I try to reduce trialed abuse

Against those, who die for their views, while they, just strumpet for views

Toot their trumpet, subdue, who was once unique and true

And I’m just fleekin’ for the loot, and maybe geekin’ for some influence

Reeking of sin, like who isn’t? Pass the gin, drinking on me

Didn’t do this for TV; stewed the cream, cuz tummies rumbling

Stumbling drunken with the whole team…basically

Just me, and my girlfriend

Making treats, cuz without a BET Award by thirty, I’m worthless


[Chorus]

Whaddup-whaddup, [[whaddup-whaddup]]

Whaddup brother? [[What’s up?]]

We’re like each other, [[Similar]]

Except we’re not, [[Yuh]]

Whaddup-whaddup, [[whaddup-whaddup]]

What’s your customs? [[Tradition]]

We might be brothers, [[Familiars]]

Except for, we’re n-n-n-noooooot!

I try and fool myself...

With these...

Falsities...


[[Get...your...shit...together]]