Balenciaga shoes when I run
Making songs in the studio, I'm doing it for fun
Brodie playing IRL, Call of Duty with the gun
Fits on Adam Sandler, I'm usually a bum
Childhood menace, if you knew me I was fun
High tech scope, I could shoot a movie with a gun
Sororities ain't nothing, drinking trulys in the sun
Looking for the greatest rapper while I'm ...
Looking for the greatest rapper while I'm usually the one
Walking down a dirt road, saw a poodle and a skunk
Bored in class, I'm just out here doodling some junk
Brodie got two warrants, and a Uzi in his trunk
I just drop a song, then I go about my day
In the synagogue with the rabbi, I'm about to pray
Brodie in my phone, talking about he want a ounce today
I guess I'll go and get my money, then I bounce away
Thinking back about it, man, I probably caught a thousand plays
Running up a bill in the yo, I'm on hour 8
Walking through the mall, tell me why even the flowers fake
In a patch with my kids, it'll be a sour day
Volume maxed out, I'm going crazy in a whip
2017 outside, daily hitting licks
Don't judge a book by its cover
Don't try to hate me off a glimpse
I was getting illegal money, but lately I'm legit
Talk so much shit, I need a bedpan
Sweet as hell, homies calling me the gingerbread man
Haven't grown up yet, you can call me Peter Pan
Brodie love pepsi, I'm delivering a liter, man
Got a lot of listeners, but I don't see your fans
F*ck a bottle of coke, bitch, I need a can
In a bank, getting all the franklins like Aretha, man
Hot as hell in the warehouse, yeah, we need a fan
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Balenciaga shoes when I run
Making songs in the studio, I'm doing it for fun
Brodie playing IRL, Call of Duty with the gun
Fits on Adam Sandler, I'm usually a bum
Childhood menace, if you knew me I was fun
High tech scope, I could shoot a movie with a gun
Sororities ain't nothing, drinking trulys in the sun
Looking for the greatest rapper while I'm ...
Looking for the greatest rapper while I'm usually the one
Walking down a dirt road, saw a poodle and a skunk
Bored in class, I'm just out here doodling some junk
Brodie got two warrants, and a Uzi in his trunk
I just drop a song, then I go about my day
In the synagogue with the rabbi, I'm about to pray
Brodie in my phone, talking about he want a ounce today
I guess I'll go and get my money, then I bounce away
Thinking back about it, man, I probably caught a thousand plays
Running up a bill in the yo, I'm on hour 8
Walking through the mall, tell me why even the flowers fake
In a patch with my kids, it'll be a sour day
Volume maxed out, I'm going crazy in a whip
2017 outside, daily hitting licks
Don't judge a book by its cover
Don't try to hate me off a glimpse
I was getting illegal money, but lately I'm legit
Talk so much shit, I need a bedpan
Sweet as hell, homies calling me the gingerbread man
Haven't grown up yet, you can call me Peter Pan
Brodie love pepsi, I'm delivering a liter, man
Got a lot of listeners, but I don't see your fans
F*ck a bottle of coke, bitch, I need a can
In a bank, getting all the franklins like Aretha, man
Hot as hell in the warehouse, yeah, we need a fan
Making songs in the studio, I'm doing it for fun
Brodie playing IRL, Call of Duty with the gun
Fits on Adam Sandler, I'm usually a bum
Childhood menace, if you knew me I was fun
High tech scope, I could shoot a movie with a gun
Sororities ain't nothing, drinking trulys in the sun
Looking for the greatest rapper while I'm ...
Looking for the greatest rapper while I'm usually the one
Walking down a dirt road, saw a poodle and a skunk
Bored in class, I'm just out here doodling some junk
Brodie got two warrants, and a Uzi in his trunk
I just drop a song, then I go about my day
In the synagogue with the rabbi, I'm about to pray
Brodie in my phone, talking about he want a ounce today
I guess I'll go and get my money, then I bounce away
Thinking back about it, man, I probably caught a thousand plays
Running up a bill in the yo, I'm on hour 8
Walking through the mall, tell me why even the flowers fake
In a patch with my kids, it'll be a sour day
Volume maxed out, I'm going crazy in a whip
2017 outside, daily hitting licks
Don't judge a book by its cover
Don't try to hate me off a glimpse
I was getting illegal money, but lately I'm legit
Talk so much shit, I need a bedpan
Sweet as hell, homies calling me the gingerbread man
Haven't grown up yet, you can call me Peter Pan
Brodie love pepsi, I'm delivering a liter, man
Got a lot of listeners, but I don't see your fans
F*ck a bottle of coke, bitch, I need a can
In a bank, getting all the franklins like Aretha, man
Hot as hell in the warehouse, yeah, we need a fan
Writer: judah spitzer
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