Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping
My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,
Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
"hello" beckons from my mouth but rarely shows/
Eat the shit i funnel from my ass
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon
Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit
These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
It's something that shows you and 420 my greatness
Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed
Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold
You ever paid attention in there? me either
Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,
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