[ Featuring YMOUS ]
I wake up, do a tight five, thank god I'm alive
Y'all still waitin, on your lifelines
I told God to open my eyes
And shit he opened my hands
Can't take handouts, but grasp is shit if ever it lands
And don't be picture perfect if they takin they scans
Y'all mothaf*ckas is stupid, tryna bike through the sand
I catch the mic for it land
I share a verse but I never share plans
And I never let the mic take a stand
We stand out like loudmouths in crowds
A sure shot like I'm Shroud
I whip my dick out, I'm proud
I'm so sorry
Take a guess about the show stopper
Top whoever think they hotter
I make a beat and then email your daughter
How he flip shit and metaphorically kickflip over the crowd
I make my entrance, then I take a seat and roll my loud
Y'all bitches think I'm showin' off, but I'm just showin' out
Rap beef's got the whole block closing down
But you got too much ego to hug it out
Regardless, I might have to thug it out
Picture perfect ain't a part of the picture
I'll f*ckin' show you how
I whip my shit out and she like, holy cow
I'd like to thank you all for sittin' down
And when you're done playin, pretend
Shit, I'd really like my crown
Black diamonds painted white like a clown
I like to tighten your frown
Shut the f*ck up and sit the f*ck down
Before I turn this whole car around
Too much sauce, I got the portioning wrong
And I been a fan since like Comic Con
Back in the street, I couldn't eat like it was Ramadan
So tell me where the f*ck I went right
And where the f*ck did you go wrong Motherf*cker
I got too much sauce, better pucker
