Twink privilege, thats what I'm about
You don't f**ing get it, don't open your mouth
I'mma do a kickflip, make a b**h leave town
Gla** Pop in this, throw your money on the ground
I go insane, I make you cry
I got straight A's, I don't wanna die
I'm alive, make a nice guy wanna lie
Pumpkin pie make a real b**h act right
Corner office, honestly, I am that guy
The spaceship pilot and I can't even drive
Lime Red Bull make the team come alive
On the airplane reading long books while I fly
My money so long that I think it reached a new height
I don't do d**, life got me so high
Shouts to VFILES, shouts out to Dis Mag
I can do a 180, I'm a bada**
Don't put this in your Dropbox, the cloud can't hold me (x2)
Gla** Popcorn, I'm busy taking off
But I'd rather rap like when I'm gonna get my braces off
Used to admire her from a distance, now it's time to break it off
Cause this made me soft, I really feel like this is dangerous
Rap about kids on angel dust, what you're doing ain't enough
What do kids on angel dust rap about when they make a song?
Fake is not what you make it out, I'm so in love
Realness all up on the beat when I take it on
Knowing well that none of my songs are gonna change the world
Or help me take a girl out, or make my paper long, that's for sure
What's in a mixtape? I'll make whatever I want
Rap about yourself cause you don't know better anyone else
You'd rather me rap about problems I dont have, call it real rap, or hip-hop, but I can't so just stop
I came up on the right side, the side with encrypted wi-fi and homes with alarms
I'm trying to go hard like Ed Hardy