[ Featuring Foul Mouth ]
I know you see me dressed looking like I'm Bob Hope
They say I'm ahead of my time, I guess my clock broke
I chop flows to get em bouncing like potholes
Got that hot dope in bulk, I'm Costco
What the game's been missing, lanes still switching
Seen it all before but now the pain feel different
Wrote this out of boredom and my brain still itching
Seeing through the phonies with my stay trill vision
Surgical with it, I got insane precision
Selfish motherf*cker making vain decisions
People talking shit because they angry living
Bitches on my line but that don't make me pimping, nah
Never thinking about the future, I'm blessed in the moment
Bitches taking selfies just so later they said that they know him
Middle Finger Music flag atop of the totem
Straight out the stratosphere where my confidence going
Fortnight, I'm sending headshots at opponents
My bloodline Indiana, Domantas Sabonis
This for the girls ripping off their tops in New Orleans
This project a musical like I'm rocking the Tony's
Keep a level head when shit gets bleak
We always come up clean swimming down Shit's Creek
Rocking empty bars just to make ends meet
So don't pretend like we friends when I blow next week, ha
