Flexing the lessons that I was taught by myself

Extra introspection makes for arduous days

But ultimately more inner wealth

I’m even boring myself

These chores to fill up the shelf

Stacking up

Please afford me a sale

Oh never mind it then

I’ll try the pen again

But never try lifting my sails

Please tell me

Why is it so hard to listen

Why is it so hard

To fucking listen

Listen

I got lyrics and beats

But you don’t mind that

A one track mind

Tunnel vision on the Guap stack

Malt liquor Perforating all your minds

Get assignеd bags I guess

But you’re the onе who’s making the investment homie

Evidently stormy

Weathers wrecking your perspective

I’m not the type to correct it

Just give my opinion

I mean what else can I do

Can’t walk in your elf shoes

I gotta give myself boost

So go get spruced up

And if you don’t I won’t get juiced

Cause I got my own stuff to do

I got this boom bat shit

Some pads and new raps to spit

So I have to kick it