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