Long live the underdog Came out from my supper, after hours So society won’t catch them undercover Understand that this sobriety don’t mean it’ll take your number You hiding from the storm I’m just rollin’ with the thunder (I feel) All energies, tall to small Let em’ be Girl takin shots it’s not about Henny Motherfuckers gettin’ too close And rob you of your pedigree Put her at the nosebleeds She couldn’t find an empty seat Fuck, I’ve wasted all these sheets, like homicide I’m a sore thumb that sticks right into your eye Childhood in the midwest (west!) Came out to the west Still dirt on my sleeve Ain’t a bulletproof vest Slip shits on the keys I’ll be cookin’ the drums He’ll be shreddin’ the strings I’m at the top of my lungs Make a rapper decease Make a rapper decease Mom’s yelling, “come home!” I’ll be back in a beat Meanwhile, I’m on the other side, stay away Like the 808s we can come and could go, fade away
Cautious if you got options, empty your pockets Show ’em what you’re trying to eat like its Betty Crocker’s Office, they’re trying to stop us Still at the trough, Abraham to Rosita, Sasha Could die a martyr
Honestly, sak pase, nap boule, we’re okay Ridin on my [?] like a pegasus God’s my in-genesis Sixth sense gut through your premises All around this excellence, innocence, prejudice If everything is everything then everything is relevant
And if I wait outside for you Would you would you come right through say, “what’s up” to (Keyboard) … Me Everything, everything, without me When everything, isn’t everything When everything isn’t everything