[Verse 1]
I'm a speech impedament kid with strep throat when I spit this sick shit with Nikolai's sixth bitch 
Made my first profit of this music shit may have been a little bit but I felt like a sixer in the 60s
New flow with every verse and a new ho in a hearse buried next to her purse
RU$H told me to work on my flow
Flushed the old quirk to show that I'm able to be stable with these whored horses
Now I'm bored as shit
Acting like Kubrick trying to make my shit perfect but is it worth it
Ending up like a hobo on the street rapping over tin can beats having no sheets at night and this is why I write these fucking rhymes running out of time
Only got 3 years left to blow musically and literally wanting to get bars with my bars
Bored reading memoirs next to their stars on Hollywood Boulevard trying to pick the right post card to write say I'm alright no need to fight yeah
But if I do succeed I'll put some tabs on my tongue cause my reality's a lie think it'd be better if I'd die but the kid still kicking though
Who do I have in my studio? An imaginary
Groupie whose a loopy ho
I'm a sick slick motherfucker getting licked by your fucking mother damn I'm the shit nevermind got a spliff to lit hey play the riff that I writ
In the real world the kid isn't getting mentioned thinking the @ button's yeah broken dying like general snoke losing the only hope
The kid so over his head he get nosebleeds watching concerts in the nosebleeds yeah
Come down to my laboratory
Cook some shit and tell a scary story
Took some noise smoke and yeah it'll get fucking gory

[Verse 2]
Back for fucking round 2 this the shit I'm bound 2 like Ye and Kim the fucking wolves in the den but
They never come out that's the sin of fame they pen down
The 15 of it isn't over but I can't wait for my 15 seconds
Even 15 would be a blessing but I'll stop being
Spiritual supposed to be lyrical unlike these trap rappers
But shoutout to trap rappers that keep their trap records in a trapper keeper when their homeboy said to keep her
Feeling like the Stain of the rap game cause I kill fake rappers
I'm a serial killer eating ceral listening to a dilla mac miller type beat
In the street next to a hypebeast whose bank account is shorter than a serial number
No wonder they buy that shit
Cause I'm loco I go loco on these beats and I'm not vocal in the streets you know like coco and these wack rappers same the same thing like Coco and call it heat
Nevermind I can't be beat
Got the munchies munching on jalapeno crunchy Cheetos
While they was fucking they cheating hoes
Better grab the cheap hose to spray down the cheap hoes so you can get your money back after a while like an investment god damnit why am I so invested