Mic check, mic check
Yeah, five in the studio
Shout-out Justin, shout-out Jordan
Shout-out, shout-out Felici', shout-out Jaelyn
Yeah, whole FOURTEEN05
Still in this bitch, still rockin', still rappin'
Yeah, uh, uh
Time is money my nigga, I'm feelin' timeless
I used to wish a bezel into my Timex
And jot rhymes in spines under my bronze desk
'Til I get some silver and sit it under my bronze neck
Complex nigga like Nadeska
Sapphire Aventador, I push Precious
Want the matte black Tesla without giving bread to Bezos' investors
I'd rather just text plugs and put my lil' baby in a Bimmer
5'5, drownin' in Margiela, have you seen her?
Too private, never hit the net like she Serena
But every time I see her, man, it's double-o, all love
And I heard your mixtape, ten songs, all duds
Doctor Tender Love and Care, yeah nigga, all scrubs
And yo' shorty, she be calling talking 'bout her course load
And it's probably 'cause I'm walking with tuition on my torso
'17, talking 'bout you balling and shit
'19, telling niggas that I'm calling it quit
2020 and you talking like you Bossip and shit
XOXO, stop gossiping bitch
But I get it, I'm a hard target like my nigga Van Damme
Beat so hard, it made the pistol in my hand jam
Spotify to Bandcamp
Heard yo' ex-girl making Paris Michael fancams
You need to make some bands, man
Bamm-bamm throwing flint stones from glass houses
Gucci carry-on to the brim with JACQ blouses
Chi's very own Barry Bonds, L-to-OO Vuitton
And I have yet to do my telethon, bitch I got the-
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I keep my head above water, and my feet out the lake
Keep my mom in my corner, and my demons awake
Keep my pen to my paper, and my heart in my pockets
And I pray to my savior
That my ceiling won't stop it
I was 17, ripping Logic off Tumblr
Writing lyrics 'bout women who simply gave me they number
Stealing momma's equipment, was just a mic and a cover
But I was rapping on singles before the dead of the summer
That "Money Longer" summer money wasn't long enough
And I worried that my worries wasn't strong enough
Back and forth with scholarships, the dollars just not adding up
Schools say I'm not black enough, guess the aid is half the luck
But one day I can
Buy what I wanna, drink what I wanna, drive what I wanna, fuck who I wanna
Buy what I wanna, drink what I wanna, drive what I wanna (mmm)
And I admit I'm trying, begging on my knees
Hope you see me when I'm riding
Saving you a seat, I ain't leaving til' you by me
How I'm supposed to breathe when my feet are made for diving?
Never needed guidance, baby
But best the luck to next me, I swear these niggas testin' me
'Bout to get the best degree, too busy losing sleep on who's been studying me sexually
Letting 5'10, empty women get the best of me
Freshman year was heavyweight, lived next door to Heaven's Gates
8 a.m. to 6 p.m., doin' shit I barely hate
Senior women call me baby til' I came and set 'em straight
Or til' they came and set 'em straight, either way they never hate
And then I fell in love like a dumbass, 'cause more insecurity in college is a must-have
Orders of protection for my safety ended trust fast
The only paper finished second year was in a blunt passed
Wasted time and crushed gas
So fuck it man, I'm dropping out
Clocking in and clocking out
Popping tags at Barney's cures depression when you plot it out
Wasting bread on SSENSE, 'cause if I slit my throat I'll do that shit with VVS'
I'm praying that this necklace let me
Buy what I wanna, drink what I wanna, drive what I wanna, fuck who I wanna
Buy what I wanna, drink what I wanna, drive what I wanna, fuck who I wanna (mmm)
And I admit I'm trying, begging on my knees
Hope you see me when I'm riding
Saving you a seat, I ain't leaving til' you by me
How I'm supposed to breathe when my feet are made for diving?
Never needed guidance, baby
Until my jewelry box is filled with linked Decembers
And I get Gatti trucks for cousins I remember
And momma get that loft I swear she always wanted
My niggas get they freedom to continue stuntin'
And Jay get every pedal that he ever pictured
And my receipts get longer than a Sunday scripture
3:16, been wanting this shit since my not-so-sweet 16
But bitch with these 16's I get to
Buy what I wanna, drink what I wanna
Drink what I wanna, drive what I wanna
And maybe I lost focus, sleeping on your sofa
But hopefully you didn't notice that I'm too cool for hopeless