I got chicken, I could throw it on a plate
I wanna go swimming, I think I'ma go into a lake
I was in a deli, it's just me and bro we eating steak
Asking about what I'm doing well I'm only getting paid
Off top, been a while since I really wrote a lyric
I can see the top now, I know I'm near it
Holy ghost when I'm on a beat, I'm just a flowing spirit
I've been doing it for years, but they still don't think I'm serious
I've been rapping for a minute, but I don't look at the clock
And my shoes are polka dot, I think I'm gonna get shot
Talking bout lyrically killing beats, well I do that a lot
I remember mama walking in the room and smelling pot
Cut the air conditioner on, cause it's getting hella hot
Brody thinking that he's gonna make it, but that fella's not
He's just rapping about selling rock
I remember being 17 running from hella cops
And you looking like a dumbass, I could really run fast
Thinking up in middle school, like I think I'm a flunk math
Brodie in a boat, I think I already sunk that
Unkie only in a, wait
Unkie only in a club, cause he gave his ass a drunk pass
Manager up in the celly calling me a punk ass
Throwing a whole tantrum because I put in my two weeks
I was feeling too sweet, hopping up on new beats
I'm in Argentina walking around with a machete
Say you wanna hit the town, bro you knowing that I'm ready
One eye open while I'm sleeping, feeling like I'm fetty
Wanna know where I'm at, probably somewhere eating veggies
Up in Tanzania, probably in the Serengeti
Probably selling out and shutting down when I shop at Fendi
Wanna go back to McDonald's, I just need my chicken tendies
I was getting all the blue bills, feeling like I'm Benji