You gotta know you rockin with
You gotta know you poppin with
You gotta see who right next to you
See every decimal
Don't waste a syllable
Feed off the ridicule
Love it or hate it
Look how I mold it and see what I make it
Make everyday ya happy belated
Least that's what we on
We tryna sleep on a king not a futon
I can not trust a friend or foe
We all got secrets I'm keeping my low
I can not wait to leave and go
I've spent my time now it's time to takeoff
Poof like a puff
You lookin ruff
Eyes are on me and I'm saying enough
Now we in post
Now we in post
Now we in post
I ran to the coast
You couldn't keep up with the signals
But you outta luck cuz I skipped to the toast
My past just died
I killed up the ghost
I don't even needa talk to boast
My taste itself breaks barriers
My fam got 40 different carriers
You ain't got, uh
You ain't no talent
Stop with the filler Mr. Fallon
I'm extra special like a baker's dozen
Aprecciate the compliment
But I'm still waiting on my money from the now resolved settlement
You're stuck and always bluffin
Your standards stay backtracking
Excuse me while I take a sip, HA
And I burst out laughin