text: Yo, now you gon start me from the top? Listen
  Shout out Harlem, man
  Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
  AWGE in the building, man
  Whats good? Is that potato salad?
  Yo, listen
  Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
  So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
  And got a belt with the holster, I aint playing games
  But got some lil niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
  You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
  Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my Os, whoa
  So cut the crap like shit barbers
  Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
  Nigga we get dollars, give em to Ben Baller
  Exchange for them chains thats all shiny with thick water
  I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
  My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
  And cop boys and I joystick, I whip cream and cop cribs
  I got more space than big jeans, yall sleeping on me
  Explain why they got shit dreams
  Im alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
  Married to the money, my bitch green
  No I dont sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
  Yall niggas weak
  They thought I was goofy and all mouses
  Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
  Yall cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
  And fill em with some Leo DiCaps and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
  Where we? Rocky, A$AP
  GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris
  Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
  Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
  Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
  Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
  Bass all in the speakers
  In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
  I dont rock Chanel, I rock channel
  And no this aint a purse, its a satchel 
  Bless, at you, nah, I aint sneeze
  But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
  Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
  If hollows dont clip, you get nip like its cat food
  That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
  Bad attitude, this aint a purse, its a satchel
  Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
  Then I think about the state of rapping
  All the freshmens in the classes
  All the super seniors mumblin and ramblin
  Mumblin and rappin, mumble rapping?
  I find it hard to find actual talent
  I find it hard to find an actual challenge
  Im like Shabazz Palaces last acid hit, elaborate
  Rap labs labyrinth, word to Kodaks Blacks Lazarus
  CALLDROPS on the album skits
  Ayo, Im the channel that you watch, Im the ammo in the Glock
  Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
  And based on my neck boy
  You would think I hate glass homes way Im handling the rocks
  Who cast the first stone? Bitch, its me, fuck you thought?
  Real grunge nigga, I aint got a flannel as the top
  And Im picking up guitar, strum nigga
  Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
  But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
  Im a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
  You aint animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!
  K shiz, what up, nigga!