[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

I ain't come out here to snap, I just came to keep my promise

I'm a master of my craft, that ain't ego, I'm just honest

Man, I want all of them gems, I go diamonds, tryna go onyx

Man, I wanna let 'em hear all the shit me and gang been on to

[Chorus]

And I love all of my fans, but I don't do it 'cause they want it

Told myself when I was young, they knew I was a damn phoenix

I'm just gettin' all this bread, I've been deepening my pockets

Them lil' niggas tryna hit my dance, I'll just send him back to Michael

Trapped themselves inside that bubble, I might fuck around and pop 'em

That don't mean I Glock 'еm, I'm just watchin' back and clock 'em

That lil' nigga think he tough, he ain't a dog, hе just a possum

I got forty songs sittin' in my Google Drive, but I don't wanna drop 'em

[Verse 2]

I hope you doin' well, but I gotta worry about me

Shoutout Zilla for writin' my lyrics down 'cause they can't hear what I sing

This a party for the real niggas, how the hell they in here without bling?

Me and my brothers pivot that new wave, it's somethin' new that we bring

I know my lyrics ain't impressive, I'm just vocalizin'

I hit the shop, I'm with my twin, same shirt, but both of the sizes

They ride my wave and ride my boat, th-there ain't no capsizin'

I do this rappin' shit for fun, don't care about capitalizin'

Lil' R2x, man, that's my name, you don't gotta capitalize it

Ain't tryna do no serious shit, I'm just tryna catch some vibes

And all my coverings is too nice, I know they catch your eyes

I learned from all the shit I've been through, I could catch a lie

And I'm too sickly, bump my shit, you might just catch a cold

I got my tunes on Bandcamp, but you don't have to buy it

I'm tryna get rich off this rap, but I can't sell my soul

Like, I can take some criticism, you don't have to like it

[Chorus]

Love all of my fans, but I don't do it 'cause they want it

Told myself when I was young, they knew I was a damn phoenix

I'm just gettin' all this bread, I've been deepening my pockets

Them lil' niggas tryna hit my dance, I'll just send him back to Michael

Trapped themselves inside that bubble, I might fuck around and pop 'em (ruby)

That don't mean I Glock 'em, I'm just watchin' back and clock 'em

That lil' nigga think he tough, he ain't a dog, he just a possum

I got forty songs sittin' in my Google Drive, but I don't wanna drop 'em

[Outro]

Some of the most beautiful fish in the world

I don't care how much they pay him, honey

This kid is a disgrace to basketball

He epitomizes everything wrong with the game today

Now, Charles, it seems to me that you're hating on r-r-r— ruby

Because he stacks paper to the ceiling and rides on twenty-four-inch chrome

Yeah, that's true