This nigga jasper trying to get grown
I fought back, now my parents are on the phone
And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup
I ain't the kid you wanna go and diss when you suck
And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
I make more money now than both my parents combined still,
Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant
And i'm not kidding when i say this generation is fucked,
Shit, we don't believe none of them
I get more from banks than aunt vivian
If word gets out, i'll never see my aunt again
See me as blasphemous for i don't need them
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