Lyrical exercise, Tinder bitches panties slide
I fantasize, Russian bride, my children gentrified
My, oh, my, my motivation been metasized
The almond bitter, I promise it isn't cyanide
Slow, wait, I fly low like Flying Lotus
This potent zone of America, POTUS, no opponents
My rollie say no to blow, like Norris, I'm just ropin
Mona Lisa moaning, while Leo's headed off to Florence
Don't mean to brag, she threw me off with her gag
He never leavin her side, he option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I hit chest and I get checks
I can't rest, a night owl, that's when I'm best
I'm so blessed, the greatest mix since Tex-Mex
In three records, the Chosen One, and no less
And for my pride, I ain't leavin any options
Mostly I been positive and livid with no consequence
My condom in my wallet, I ain't look at it since August
I'm blinded by all the blondes with studio apartments
After verse, I blurt, like Ernie does to Bert
Pray and hope a hurt bitch dumb enough to go buy my shirt
She flirt, like she ain't call me a nerd even when I deserve
Guess my success was all I needed, I'm like Larry Bird
Patiently waiting, like 50 was to make it
In layman's terms, been destined for A-list since I was naked
Don't blame you, you had to hate it for me to be the latest
Painted pictures with Raph, me courtside at the Lakers, yeah
No man in danger, I'm cautious but unapologetic
My leafy greens like lettuce, broccoli my secret weapon
It's medicine that make me think like I'm Edison
Eating venison while I chug a beer, I'm a citizen
Reddit said it, be eclectic with the message
Make a mess, I'm under stress, but just like Ralph, I gotta wreck it
Boy, I said it, I ain't no average Joe
Fuckin no average hoes
I am the cornerstore, I'm settin it up as soon as you hit my phone, word
Yo speaking of phones, what you got in your hand there?
Yeah, what website is that bro? Is that RHYMEZONE?
Yo, this was supposed to be between the three of us, what the fuck?
Yeah, and this was supposed to be a freestyle, but now it's neither of those things
Sean, you're not even a rapper, bro
Then why am I on two songs on your album?
Yo, my son got rhymer's block, what a fucking clown
Man... oh wait, someone's calling in
Yo, yo Raf, the album better be better than this man
You gotta stop using Rhymezone, man
Fuck!