So you thinkin you a edgy Mothaf**a wit yo been trill No rent to pay and yo granny pay yo phone bill These Mothaf**as 22 live like they 16 Ain't nothin urban bout a outfitter hypebeast No identity Sittin around re-tweetin tweets From yo favorite rapper you found out about like last week Keep it trendy like a p**y b**h you oughta be The schema da posse puttin all yo fans to f**in sleep So once you hit 11 likes you a king p**y be beggin for you I see I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily Bury yo head in the ground and then don't come out Betta sort yo f**in life out There's more to life than hittin synthetic d** till yo lights out When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible was told to read it I took it home to my pops He threw it in the trash and yelled don't you even That begun my life as a heathen Questioning everythang Especially trends among other sh** keepin the population contained sh** Don't mean a thang If you got no money no p**y no weed Long as you got 11 likes, you won't lose any sleep sh** Don't mean a thang If you got no man, no cash Oh well Long as you got 11 likes you won't hate yo self