[Intro] I don't usually, do this type of sh** but, f** it Shout out DJ Quiz, Hot 97. Haha, Shout out Peter [Verse] G, Yeah, Young Johnny Cash dressed in all black I listen to your mixtape and it's all whack My advice? Probably be to fall back This is rap, don't know what the f** you call that Working hard trying just to live So for you half-a**es I ain't got a f** to give Making money when I rap, you better up your bid But I'm doing this for free, mad love to Quiz Drinking whiskey straight Called your girl for a motel and condoms and whiskey date Afterwards cheese eggs, bet she fixed the plates Said I hit it better than you, it was a quick debate Yeah, I'm the best you've come across in my line of work All these hoes and the money just a minor perk I could never teach you how, but see I'm a jerk Drinking 40's in the streets, I'm just trying to lurk Mo' better, a pro fella, tell a ho come to my hotel-er We turn up then we smoke hella with more hipster girls than Coachella Yeah, lifestyle's all luxury High fashion skinny model hoes wanna f** with me Let her powder up her nose, she'll be up in three Still s**ing me, tomorrow she'll be upitty Yeah, I'm trying to leave with your mom and her Too hot, yo I'm breaking all thermometers Put me in a booth, I set fire on your monitors A crazy artist with a couple different monikers Mysteries, yup, young girl, what Uncle turnup, yeah, and G-Eazy Me, mysef, and I