Everybody busy chasing on that paper
Take it easy I be sipping on that chaser
What's money if you can't even spend it
Best in the league got me feelin like I'm Faker
Fake shot, hesi, that's an ankle breaker
Minority but I think I'm goin' major
Vision is sharp but I still need that laser
Takin' out the big boy like I'm Joe Frazier
Woo
No time like the present
Gifted in rap that's the best kind of present
For me, for we
They believe in me
Go easy on me man I'm just an adolescent
Learned a couple lessons
Working on my gestures
Turn a blind eye boy stop with the questions
Baddie wanna take pics
Then she get to mention
Still need a mansion
Still need an Audi
4 rings on it
But none of it around me
He ain't got a clue
Like he want some pork in Saudi
Me and the boys in the club goin' rowdy
I'm in Bali with a chick and she Aussie
Woo
Not a Libra man I'm feelin' unbalanced
Too many strengths
So they wonder like Alice
Bad bitches dial us but they not from Texas
Do my shit careful and still got the callus whoa
Ay, she be friendly like Glasgow
Flow so good, I can turn it into cash flow
Bad bitches in the club sayin' hello
Music's rap but we dancin' like Tango
I cannot stop at least not for a while
You ain't gettin' me with your ass and a smile
I don't need to prove that I'm real with a file
But I can see you and your moves from a mile
I can see you I can tell you're fake
Fuckboys so cheesy but can't even grate
Claimin' the greatest but can't handle haters
Don't like beef but they wanna eat steak uh
Good like that
Yeah I'm good like that
I can hit a couple dance moves and rap like that
How the Asian boy really glow like that?
Nobody really knows I'm just built like that
Yeah
See a girl just died
Got bullied by nine
How did that happen?
There were so many eyes
Too many lies
Prayers up to the sky
Got 'em wondering
Man is God even alive
School shootings there
Another war there
A little bit of joy
And a great bit of fear
Who am I?
Just a rapper from Indo
Sometimes I feel like
They don't want me here
Fuck that
Imma do this for the fam
The bros, me, and for my fans
Cookin' up the beat with the pots and the pans
I might hit you with the pan like we're in Zombieland
Fuck up everything that be fuckin' up my plan
Fuck up everybody that be sayin' that I can't
Keep it to yourself I ain't askin' for your hand
Unless it's your girl then I might need her hand aye