[Verse]

Hold the jam, in her head she wants to hold his hand

Even though he's bolder than

Arrow B arrow in a genius annotation

She thinks he colder than, a man who molds a plan

His soul in tact, they rolling back

She knowing that, he throwing that

Throw it at 'em, know I'm better now

Young boy hates to shout

But he wants some clout

Honey sweeter now

You know what this about

Life's a roundabout

It's time to hand it out

None y'all make it out

The body's taken out

Why you faking now?

Down the lake and out

Pow the rake and shout

You wanna feel good

But you fucking can't

'Cause you from the hood

But you shining like a lamp

Building up your ego like a ramp

Now your papa has turned into a tramp

You gotta find a safe place for the night

A place to hold camp

Am I right?

Your life has turned to shite

But just think that you might

Make it out in the morning

You yawning, you survived

No more time to take a life

Atleast you're alright

Atleast you're alive

But you gotta grab the knife

'Cause in this fucking life

You gotta get a sight

Of the stuff in this world every night

I wrap for you to munch

I rap for you and a bunch

But most rapper nowdays prefer to lean over it and hunch

I'm not one to judge, if you like to eat a Fudge

But I'll tap you with a nudge

But most likely you will not budge

'Cause you're putting on that new 645AR album

That's the thing you motherfuckers wanna turn up the volume

On these wack-ass record then you taking the valium

But I've used those rhymes before so this is out of order

Filling up these songs with verses like I'm a hoarder

But I'm raising the bar like you raised your daughter

But y'all praising the stars like you phase your orders

But I'm getting sick of this now

You're being sick on the crowd

You licking the dawg

But you think they give a fuck?

You gotta ride 'round like a truck

Gotta clean up your act like muck

Heat up the tower like a cook (Fuck)

You gotta write with no hook

You gotta prove that you don't suck

And you do it with no luck

Someone says "Hey look it's success!"

You refuse to see, but then they say "No, look!"

And you see your fucking chance

No need to fucking prance

No need to make a dance

We don't need another Drake

Shoot your shots like the Lake's

'Cause even though you filled with hate

You still got me, your best mate

I gotta press F so big up shout out to Nate

Every night, gotta stay up very late

Gotta fix any mistakes

You gotta find the master that'd make you a saint