Life is 10% what happens, and 90% how you react to it
When I heard that, I thought I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
F*ck this shit up ride the wave, I want my bag right away
I'ma turn these rags into some riches like I'm Roddy Way
Or like I'm Cordae, cause I really ain't got the time today
I'm too non-verbal with my threats, I can't write these things
And I've been rapping, but these bitches like it when I sing
Got us going back and forth like we playing ping pong
Blowing out like Kim Jong
Want the smoke to hit the bong
Want some beef then send a song
I promise it's the wrong way
Wrong guy, wrong day
Meet your ass up in the woods and send you back to Broadway
Broad day
And I'ma explaining why Im right I ain't arguing
You could've had escape routes, but I parked you in
And it doesn't really matter what park you in
You on the cat side, bro, why you barking, man
So I'm not arguing about me being on your side
Cause at the end of the day, there's no bunk beds at a grave site
I tell people all the time, there's no bunk beds in the graveyard
Wait, where do you get all these great sayings
I'm so sick of you
You get the best sayings
Wait, you just said what
Ooh, when I die, leave my son, my legacy
You don't f*ck with me now, but you'll be begging me one day
One day
But until then, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, f*ck this shit, I'll ride the wave
I want my bag right away
I'ma turn these rags to some riches like I'm Roddy Wave
But I'ma shorten up the songs until I'm getting paid
Let's get sick up on the track until I throw up
Ay, bleh
Please Help, Please Help,Please help
Please, Help, Please Help,Please help
I'm Fine
Please Help, Please Help,Please help
Please, Help, Please Help,Please help
I'm fine
I'm fine