Ryan Skid - Million Off a MacBook Lyrics

Momma ask how I'ma make it in life
Son why you never take advice?
Saw the system is a lie when I took a good look
Momma I'ma go make a million off a MacBook
Fly attire ain't why I'm inspired
Tell people reach higher until I expire
Started this with nothin', young Skid MacGyver
But hoes called me sire since 'Ye dropped Through The Wire
None flyer, I come through me and my dudes'
Attitude be like f*ck you and your whole crew
Probably sick of hearin' how I'm much better than you
But there's way too many I'm still provin' it to
Made the beat killed the verse who else got this juice?
And I make the video got more moves than Footloose
I'm out here plottin' killings while I'm eatin' koos koos
If you comin' for me you must got all your screws loose
I'm the Angel Boy surrounded by some young lords
Bad bitch no drawers doin' my chores
You actin' like you paid dude with money daddy gave you
You ain't got it like that what you gotta lie for
Smokin oscuros while I'm walkin' par 4s
Got re-released Concords with my Tom Fords
Ya girl on all fours, I ain't hit it in a minute
But I prolly get up in it if I go out on tour
I'd probably be cooler if I kiss ass with rivals
Die of an overdose and I'd be your kid's idol
Stop flowin' start mumblin' call myself a rockstar
Act suicidal, I'd probably go viral
You know, get rainbow-colored hair
You know, after every line say yeah
I don't leave no divots boy I'm way too clean
But clean don't equal payouts in 2017
But back when me & Deazil drove around Sunnyside
Further back than that way before trending topics
Talkin' durag era drinkin' Hpnotiq
I was already the best you can't tell me that I'm not it
Young Skid the don I'm the upper echelon
WV's Olajuwon I'm forever puttin' on uh
This a life pursuit of Parmesan
Ballin' like I made the sport I'll dunk you in the porta-john
Woah man, go ahead and shoot your shot boy
I stay scorin' like van Nistelrooy
I'm so rude with it you talk it I go get it
If you had to do it like me you wouldn't know what to do with it
I don't kill rappers, they do it for me
Drop crack every week so you can't ignore me
Chillin' with your shorty while I'm watchin' Rick & Morty
And she let me hit it faster than Tyreek Hill 40
I chose a path and lost touch with friends
They got a wife and kids I don't know what life that is
Can't relate to no one after everything I've said
I don't want a good life wanna be great after I'm dead
So I'll be in this bitch 'til the clock hit zero
Young DeNiro with a D boy steelo
I'm good if I'm a Dub-V boy's hero
'Cause it's still 3 up 2 up everywhere we go
I mean I did that in like 5 minutes kid
But they still gon' hear this shit
And they gon' run it back more times than Devin Hester did
I'm next up