Uh, this the type of sh** you should avoid if you could
I always root for the villain, baby, surely I'm good
Watching all of you n***as jump out the window with all that f** sh**
You like Tre from “Boyz n the Hood”
Met Gala, flyest, no I don't need a stylist
My blood is deep rooted, Jimmy Fallon n***as scatter
Success is overthinking sh** that really matters
I get it rappers, a pound of beats and a pinch of talent
Include your chain and your b**h, I, too, would be distracted
Banana boat k**ers with 9 mil-ers to peel ya backwards
Blazer on me like I'm into fashion
Lesane Parish pa**ion
Rappers die broke but know the fame's everlasting
Clubber Lang, chain swing, I'm not the one to match with
Love if you nasty
Lady said she a sag, yes
We savages, give the competition my a** to kiss
You motherf**ers asked for this
Smooth k**ers doing drive-bys to Maxwell hits
“Pretty Wings” on that new car, the cla**ic sh**
Bitter sweet I'm the perfect blend of cla** and savageness
Just think, they used to laugh at Nick