[ Featuring Cordae ]
Alright, we're live on the homie's backyard right now
Today we have Cordae steppin' in the cypher
What's gucci?
How can I be homosapian? I'm high as an alien
Both of my lungs are in training, I'm burning pounds but not inside a gymnasium
This off the cranium, this is a nuclear weapon, my bars are uranium
I'm spittin' fire, this must be a house of dragons, I'm a Targaeryan
I don't deal with pussies, I'm not a veterinarian (nah)
But I might educate and slap a pussy boy like a disciplinarian
I got a lotta skater homies that'll hit a ramp and do a varial
I got a lotta mob ties, put you up under the sea with Ariel (damn)
I got syrup in my cereal (yeah), I blow an O like a Cheerio
I shook his hand, but I didn't like his vibe so I used antibacterial (oh God)
I'm too sick, no vanerial, but I must be a disease
'Cause the way that my competition keep on trying but dying
I'm tellin' you this is a burial
There he go, laying 6 feet while I stand 6'6 in these new kicks
Sittin' in a double R with the double X roof print
Cigar in my mouth like the cover of the blueprint
This leopard interiors animalistic, my middle finger's a characteristic
You hear this voice in my lower intestine? That's my competition, I'm cannibalistic
How can I be homosapian? I'm a f*cking alien
How the f*ck could you say that I fell off? I just sold out a stadium
Crazy I didn't have a date to prom 'cause now I'm like look who I'm marrying
I came outta Cleveland and now the timezone I'm in is Australian
Wait, last week it was London, had skepta at the function
Wembley and its shutdown pre-show, and we backstage, and you know what we crumblin'
Stepped down 'cause the man dem thought he was a big dog so I had to son him
Test me and we spray like jetski, so we turn it to a danceoff, make 'em start krumpin'
Uh, how can I be misogynistic? I love all my bitches
Grandma used to whoop a nigga with switches, that was way before the switches
I was just talking to Kells and he told me pull up at the crib, he gon' throw on a beat
You can be born in motherf*ckin' Antarctica, promise that nigga ain't colder than me
I was just talking to God and he told me I got it, don't worry, it's all taken care of
Ya'll niggas stay on the blogs, I stay on the rise so please just do not compare us
I'm from the city where niggas gon' make you pay tariffs
Them niggas strapped like the sheriff
Promise my whole family good if a nigga gon' perish, they in my will like a Ferris
Ay, hop in the coupe when in London I'm off a bar so I can't properly function
Ay, I buy real estate when niggas is bored, damn my monopoly jumpin'
Ay, real music may not get the awards but you cannot stop the consumption
Ay, go outside, think you don't need a strap, that was a sloppy assumption
Ay, I know I'm far from a gangsta, rest in peace Juice, that boy armed and he dangerous
Run up on bro, better call you an angel, my dick so long, that shit fall to my ankles
Ay, stop playin, boy, I'm done with the jokes
The album trash that you dropped for them folks
Disappointed but I'm Prada my coat
I'm comin' soon, we unlocking the vault
That felt great
Yeah
That felt like really great
