[verse 1]. If I was being honest. I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day. And not skip a meal I'm good. I used to work on my feet. For 7 dollars a hour. Call my momma like momma. I ain't making minimum wage momma. I'm on momma. I'm on. Now I'm making 400 600 800k momma. To stand on my feet momma. Play these songs it's therapy momma. They paying me momma. I should be paying them. I should be paying y'all honest to god. I'm just a guy I'm not a god. Sometimes I feel like I'm a god. But I'm not a god. If I was I don't know. Which heaven would have me momma. Let me run this bitch. I'ma run it into the ground momma. The whole galaxy. God damn fuck these lames. They don't want none. Fuck these lames they don't want none. Fuck these niggas. Fuck these niggas they don't want none. Fuck these niggas. Fuck you niggas. Fuck me if I hated on you. [verse 2]. I'ma stick around. I'm gon' let my nuts hang. Nigga you got some just like me don't you?. Or maybe not just like me. You know I'm africano americano. And even if you're half japanese. Roots run deep. Family tree throw a big shadow tech company. Please gimme immortality. I'm going rapidly. Fading drastically. Or pulled the zip down. Wet your lips first. Lick the tip now. Smoke some'n. Jamming to the rhythm it's a face to face. Keep me high castrati. Poonani fade the stress. Bugatti left some stretch marks. On that freeway. They tryna find 2pac. Don't let 'em find 2pac. He evade the press. He escape the stress. La da da da da. La da da da da. La da da da da. [verse 3]. I'll keep quiet. And let you run your phone bill up. I know you love to talk. I ain't on your schedule. I ain't on no schedule. I ain't had me a job since 2009. I ain't on no sales floor. You say I'm changing on you. I feel like selena. They wanna murder a nigga. Murder me like selena. You must ain't get the memo. I don't cut bitches no more. But your bitch my exception. Come get her outta my four door. I only got one four door. Remember when I had that lexus no. Our friendship don't go back that far. Tyler slept on my sofa yeah. Niggas go back that far. I ain't smoked all year. This the last song so. I'm finna wipe that off. Tolerance is so low. Still smoke a whole 'gar. Menage on my birthday. Tap out on the first stroke. Cause this ain't no work day. She don't give head anyway. 'cause what niggas say. That's what she tell her man. What a difference distance makes. Niggas want fight in the streets now. Shit starting to make my head hurt. Jay hit me on the email. Said I oughta act my net worth. Dog this is chess now. Not fetch I ain't runnin for a nigga. Ain't ran since track meet. That's the only time I ran from a nigga. You could change this track now. Could've changed this bitch a long time ago. Know and know. Know and know. Shout out to hollygrove. I'm from that 7th though. Twins know and lance. Clark know and matt know. Shit went 180 on me. Please run that back though. Tucks til 24. [skit]. You say some shit about me?. On god he grabbed me. Had this nigga like. [silent interlude]. [outro interview]. Interviewer: make sure you speak up. Frank: okay. Interviewer: what's your name?. Frank: frank. Interviewer: yo aye be quiet. What's your name? what do you do?. What's your first memory?. Frank: the first word I learned to say. Or that I ever said. Interviewer. What's the most amazing thing. You've ever witnessed?. You're gonna do amazing out here. Control the world control the world. Frank: hahaha. Interviewer: hahaha alright. What three superpowers do you wish you had?. They say they have to be. Frank: flying super strength. Interviewer: alright what's your name?. Frank: I wish I could sleep. Without being dead. But sleep forever at the same time. Interviewer: yo what's your. Stop stop stop. Frank: being... very very tall. Interviewer: that's fucked up. Start over right now. Best thing about being me. Is that I keep a pretty clear mind. Most of the time. Sage elsesser: being great. Frank: I... a lot probably too much. Interviewer: talents got any secret talents?. Frank: I don't think so. I'm pretty open in everything I do. Sage elsesser: talents?. I can play the theremin. Tyler... nah actually fuck him. I don't know probably [?]. Cause he doesn't have to do anything at all. Sits inside his house. Interviewer: what's your name?. Sage elsesser: sage elsesser. Interviewer: what do you do?. Sage elsesser: I play soccer and go to school. I wanna be better at skating. Interviewer: alright that's it. Sage elsesser: ever. Ever thought about trying. How far is a light year?. How far is a light year?