[Verse 1: Deepscribe]
Do you ever just feel like, I don't know, lost?
The new Holocaust screaming b**h I'm a boss
And them shoes is Lacoste swagger level Rick Ross
Decisions on the margin it's all profit and loss
I can't predict events because the prophet is lost
Now I'm profiting off all this posh and reposte
But the inference is not covered up by Versace
Ain't got no posse, I am too different
Acid the thumbprint while bumping The Pinkprint
Float like a mystic into the distance
Could have been transcendent but capitalistic
Money's the quick fix for spiritual distance
f** it, I'm materialistic
See it, I need it, I bought it, I got it
Dropping tabs on it for tabs and some chronic
On it my knowledge extends to the comets
[Hook: Deepscribe & C-Nic]
People so predictable, b**h I'm a boss
If I hear them hating I just turn that sh** off
People so predictable, b**h I'm a boss
Went out last night don't ask what it cost
People so predictable, b**h I'm a boss
Deepscribe and C-Nic are Jesus and God
People so predictable, b**h I'm a boss
[Verse 2: Deepscribe]
I was watching talk show hosts on the late night
Doing c**aine with a fiver getting Abe high
Told my main b**h I was down for a date night
Hit a girl on JSwipe and told her she got cake right
Yeah, she like my matza balls
And man I'm going ham like Kanye when it all falls
I'm DeepScribe, listen what I describe
Plans I had to devise to cover all of these lies
Please rise, my dick belongs in the temple
Getting elemental with a b**h from Sacramento
f**ing with the beat and tryina elevate the tempo
I'm the f**ing goat I guess nobody got the memo
Had some extra cash so I picked up some P-I-N-O-T
Man all these haters tryina get a piece of me
Uh, I caught the beat and had to pay a finder's fee
Now I'm getting saucy with a girl from Sicilee
[Hook: Deepscribe & C-Nic]
[Verse 3: C-Nic]
This is typical
Oh so oh so typical
Mimosas in the morning with some girls who looking criminal
I turn some heads, but to haters I'm invisible
Ive seen a lot of sh** so now these people so predictable
Fetal position, hardly act their age
Babies in the womb just out of 12th grade
It's ridiculous, how could you be missing this
I school the rap game I'm the teacher and the syllabus
I hear a lot talking not a lot of innovation
I broke things off with a chick she thinking euthanasia
But I'm thinking you could save her if--, nah she pulled the plug
And put it on her Pintrest so some b**hes would just show her love
Ain't it crazy what they do for that attention
I've been busier than hell but never asked for an extension
Making music everyday build my arsenal of weapons
Drop a tab on the couch and watch the world for a second
(Whoa)