{VERSE 1: YUNG $EBBY}
I listen to these wack rappers just to get motivation
When I hear they fucking "bars" quote on quote
I do go ape shit
Teacher got they favorites
But I'm just tryna make it
You making shit up pussy
I don't like your fragrance
Remember me, you basic
Seeing through your lies no lasik
Since i seen that fucking paper, grabbed the pencil and I chased it
Really, fuck my school, I'm making bangers from my basement
Momma used to cry because she couldn't make those payments
But had me in the freshest fit because I'm her "little baby"
Now i don't complain, I'm just screaming, "fuck you pay me."
Dad got bullet holes he never showed til' i turned crazy
And i been chasing bags you could never say i'm lazy
Misinterpret me for him?
Sorry I don't condone, grab condoms, conundrum, i condemn, them lame ones, get undone, take the mic, take one
(Take the mic, take one)
(Take the mic, take one)
(Take the mic, take one)

(YUNG $EBBY)
Demons gone' ride
I got cheque
Like a plebe
Hold that mother fucking .09
If i'm lying then I'm dying
No remorse it's mighty fine