Yeah, top-tier, this is upper crust

I held it down on the up-and-up

I’m self-possessed, buttoned up

I get heads bobbing like a rubber duck

I’m Ben Wallace, had to knuckle up

Been tolerant, don’t give a fuck

I’ve been solid. 10 olives

Straight out the jar when I’m staying up late

A K to the A who him?

I’m branching out, going out on a limb

Fun fact about me is I cannot swim

I know you’re guilty of murdering Sims

We all did it, admit it. It’s weird but it’s true

You can’t understand everything that you do

Driving to the rim and I step right through

I get it how I live, and that’s a little bit

Difficult to describe to you on a song like this

I get it how I livе, and that’s a little bit

Difficult to describe to you on a song likе this

[Meechy718]

I’m the flow and the topic

All black on my clothes like I’m gothic

Upper echelon, my soul on hydraulics

Made a play, I was known for deposits

Cassius Clay, run a fade, I don’t gossip

Breaking change with a hater that’s nonsense

I lost my nephew, I fell in my Loch Ness

I cannot shelf it, my demons stay under me

I’m with misery, I don’t need no company

How you say you my mans but you come for me?

How you say you my bitch? You don’t comfort me

When it’s all about chips they all come to me

Most of these cats they all fake, only one of me

Keep it real, we not bros…

I ain’t lit, I ain’t rich, I just doubled the bread from my trap and my shows