(Intro)
I’m still R-Rated
Saying

I got a life too
I don’t care nothing about you
Back on feet astounded
Thinking out loud
You’d be like too
If you were in my shoes
Use caution leaving my exit
I'd rather die as the villain

(Verse 1)
They don’t usually want to talk
About a morning mall and part of follicles
Story told it mama cause I know
That it’s gon make us
All a bunch of money money
All and all they call me Paula son
The garbage trash it mormon sovereign arm
Pardon addict casket coming karma
I’m just smoking bomb ass weed feeling
Hearing crucial do the most won’t shoot
Just yelling out clueless duties
Errors ima call all in neutral territory
Cost your ones are carried
Done the very opts to who and now
Call the shots don’t hold me down
Better off talk to God the Holy Crown
Holy Moly donut give it
Watch me triple up
Wear it
You can't hoe me no