Ice cream man, I ain't from the projects, Mr. Softee
Hit up my acky bodega and cop me some Takis, yeah
Cheetah print jacket, the straight Liberacci
I ain't f*ckin' with these kids, I am not Tekashi
But I 6-9 with your chick, she in my palm like Tomagotchi
Send her back she in a Lyft
Since the weather looking hockey hit LA let's take a trip
Joyce will scoop me in the Mini hit the ocean take a dip
Yeah I'm on some shit, boy it's Hadji, what the f*ck you expect?
Yeah, I'm at your neck
Just like the ascot that's orange on Fred
From Scooby Doo, bitch get a clue
And if you listen this far well then shoutout to you
You got good taste, I serve the ace
And I don't f*ck with hardware
Me and Jugo go back like LeBron hair
We had long hair, shout out Rome, my guitar player
He shred like God yeah, I don't dap, I'm a star player
Waiting in line for a Jenner
I'll take a Hadid, I could uhh... like get it
I'm nice with it
Hurt your brain like a tight fitted
More likes than a transcript of a room full of white women
I drop the new and they ride with it
Altogether, SoulCycle
Y'all don't see me like a Emma Gonzalez-endorsed rifle
We should melt all the guns in the country altogether build a whole Eiffel
I'm white they prolly wanna sponsor but, f*ck the NRA, they a whole trifle
Better chance I join the NBA, no Gbinije, I'm the whole Michael
I'm from Queens but my mom from the 'Cuse
All my jeans skinny I don't rock Trues
But I grew up on G-Unit, y'all know my jeans sagging in the booth
Alexander Wang Adidas I'm comfy with Boost
Auf Wiedersehen, in Berlin like a troop
I could say more on a song than your favorite rapper say in interviews
Walk in the SoundCloud Hunger Games, walk out just a little bruised
Picture me up in the industry
Wharton brains all around me, no suit wasn't made in Italy
Walk in the room in a Shneeze hoodie and Belief is on the tee, jeez
And the sneakers on the feet
Nikes, the 90s or the SBs
And I ain't tryna bring the 90s back
And I'm from New York so I'm proud of that
Nothing but love for the cats who do
But my memory starts in 2002, yeah
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Ice cream man, I ain't from the projects, Mr. Softee
Hit up my acky bodega and cop me some Takis, yeah
Cheetah print jacket, the straight Liberacci
I ain't f*ckin' with these kids, I am not Tekashi
But I 6-9 with your chick, she in my palm like Tomagotchi
Send her back she in a Lyft
Since the weather looking hockey hit LA let's take a trip
Joyce will scoop me in the Mini hit the ocean take a dip
Yeah I'm on some shit, boy it's Hadji, what the f*ck you expect?
Yeah, I'm at your neck
Just like the ascot that's orange on Fred
From Scooby Doo, bitch get a clue
And if you listen this far well then shoutout to you
You got good taste, I serve the ace
And I don't f*ck with hardware
Me and Jugo go back like LeBron hair
We had long hair, shout out Rome, my guitar player
He shred like God yeah, I don't dap, I'm a star player
Waiting in line for a Jenner
I'll take a Hadid, I could uhh... like get it
I'm nice with it
Hurt your brain like a tight fitted
More likes than a transcript of a room full of white women
I drop the new and they ride with it
Altogether, SoulCycle
Y'all don't see me like a Emma Gonzalez-endorsed rifle
We should melt all the guns in the country altogether build a whole Eiffel
I'm white they prolly wanna sponsor but, f*ck the NRA, they a whole trifle
Better chance I join the NBA, no Gbinije, I'm the whole Michael
I'm from Queens but my mom from the 'Cuse
All my jeans skinny I don't rock Trues
But I grew up on G-Unit, y'all know my jeans sagging in the booth
Alexander Wang Adidas I'm comfy with Boost
Auf Wiedersehen, in Berlin like a troop
I could say more on a song than your favorite rapper say in interviews
Walk in the SoundCloud Hunger Games, walk out just a little bruised
Picture me up in the industry
Wharton brains all around me, no suit wasn't made in Italy
Walk in the room in a Shneeze hoodie and Belief is on the tee, jeez
And the sneakers on the feet
Nikes, the 90s or the SBs
And I ain't tryna bring the 90s back
And I'm from New York so I'm proud of that
Nothing but love for the cats who do
But my memory starts in 2002, yeah
Hit up my acky bodega and cop me some Takis, yeah
Cheetah print jacket, the straight Liberacci
I ain't f*ckin' with these kids, I am not Tekashi
But I 6-9 with your chick, she in my palm like Tomagotchi
Send her back she in a Lyft
Since the weather looking hockey hit LA let's take a trip
Joyce will scoop me in the Mini hit the ocean take a dip
Yeah I'm on some shit, boy it's Hadji, what the f*ck you expect?
Yeah, I'm at your neck
Just like the ascot that's orange on Fred
From Scooby Doo, bitch get a clue
And if you listen this far well then shoutout to you
You got good taste, I serve the ace
And I don't f*ck with hardware
Me and Jugo go back like LeBron hair
We had long hair, shout out Rome, my guitar player
He shred like God yeah, I don't dap, I'm a star player
Waiting in line for a Jenner
I'll take a Hadid, I could uhh... like get it
I'm nice with it
Hurt your brain like a tight fitted
More likes than a transcript of a room full of white women
I drop the new and they ride with it
Altogether, SoulCycle
Y'all don't see me like a Emma Gonzalez-endorsed rifle
We should melt all the guns in the country altogether build a whole Eiffel
I'm white they prolly wanna sponsor but, f*ck the NRA, they a whole trifle
Better chance I join the NBA, no Gbinije, I'm the whole Michael
I'm from Queens but my mom from the 'Cuse
All my jeans skinny I don't rock Trues
But I grew up on G-Unit, y'all know my jeans sagging in the booth
Alexander Wang Adidas I'm comfy with Boost
Auf Wiedersehen, in Berlin like a troop
I could say more on a song than your favorite rapper say in interviews
Walk in the SoundCloud Hunger Games, walk out just a little bruised
Picture me up in the industry
Wharton brains all around me, no suit wasn't made in Italy
Walk in the room in a Shneeze hoodie and Belief is on the tee, jeez
And the sneakers on the feet
Nikes, the 90s or the SBs
And I ain't tryna bring the 90s back
And I'm from New York so I'm proud of that
Nothing but love for the cats who do
But my memory starts in 2002, yeah
Writer: Mark Paraskevas
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