[Intro: GTA Guitar Bro]

You’re just mad cuz I’ll be able to do something with my fuckin’ guitar hands

That you’ll never be able to achieve in your entire life, kid

So yeah, you’re gay

[Verse 1: Zivsick]

Ay, I’m on the shrooms

I’m addicted now, so pass another few

Doing real shit now, yo ass don’t have a clue

I’m the Kingpin, no Vincent

I don’t miss when I go *click click*

Pull out the chrome, big boy

I’ll leave your bro missing

No home alone, big boy

I’m feeling so wicked

So watch your tone, big boy

I gotta have it, who gon’ stop me from the throne, big boy

See I hop on a G5

And all these bitches be like

“Wе should chill or something”

Baby, I don’t got no free time

Thesе days I got a real life

My paper lookin’ keylime

And I don’t fuck with T.I

Why he gotta be a P.I. for his daughter

Man, I slaughter any beat you give me

Why you want a feature?

Need some gwala ‘fore you offer

Maybe barter if you ain’t got what I charge

And if you thinking that you harder

I might think you got some problems

Dedicate to Mr. Carter

He the reason why I kill this shit

I’m happy to admit this shit

If ain't for inspiration, I would probably quit this shit

Actually, I’m honest, I would probably never start it

Shoutout Peggy, both the Carter’s

Tyler, Yeezy, Kenny, Charli

Flume and Uzi, Lean and Carti

All these artists are a part of me

But I don’t do no copying

It really isn’t hard to see

I’m feeling fuckin’ starving

You can hear it, man, it’s obvious

And I ain’t gonna stop until I own the place that Cory’s in

[Verse 2: Zivsick]

You thought I was done?

Bitch are you dumb?

I’m barely starting

All the fits look like I’m drowning underwater

And I’ll beat a motherfucker if he signing up to Parler

Got a group of people with me that I’m glad to be a part of

Reaching everywhere but now I’m going farther

Gotta prove it to my mother and my father

I’ll be bigger than Madonna

But I wanna still be humble

I don’t eat at Benihana

I don’t wear no Fendi, Prada

Yet I’m making many dollars

I don’t spend it, I don’t wanna

I’ma save it for my partner

And my children, I don’t got em yet

But one day they gon’ all be fed

The cheese will never crumble, ain’t no parmesan

I stack it like lasagna, man

And spread it like it’s margarine

It’s like I’m at a pond the way I’m boutta give out all the bread

But I don’t give a duck

I meant a fuck, I blame the autocorrect

The only things that are correct are probably my politics

And I’ma just be honest, man

One day I’m gon’ be gone but then

Your children gon’ look up to my accomplishments

Ziv