[Intro]
(HOTBOY)

[Verse 1: SWIM & TJOnline]
My brother said I work too hard, I said he right
My pen is way too golden, girl, just let me write
Thankful that my father never left, he always lead me right
Hardships, never soft, I gotta get my shit off and live long like Betty White
Right, uh, I'm malicious, straight outrageous, viv-viv-vicious
Ain't no playin', ain't no scrimmage, don't you play with none my digits
Know my paper, know my payments, bitch my patience has been bendin'
Yeah, I'm bankin' all my statements, feel amazing, they been grinnin'
I reek of heavy metal, pen a million manifesto
My parents fled the ghetto and still raised a dеcent fellow
You just can't run with me, whеn all I see is geeks and pebbles
Who knew the boy who grew up Coy, would be a rebel
Okay, I'm callin' funeral services, emergency
For who ever question or even gesture uncertainty
If I bring a verse, then I also brought you a Hearse for free
Take it as business or take it personally
Whatever's worse, it works for me
Your life is in my hands, treat BPMs like surgery
Heart is on my sleeve, leaves me bleedin' like a murder scene
I'm only seein' green, gettin' crea-my, urgently
And if you haven't heard of me, consider this a courtesy (Yeah)
[Verse 2: TJOnline]
I popped out the womb with a sign, W-9, I only know overtime
I'm holding on to my spine, carry
Talents are very, know it's hard to observe
It's gotta be scary, twenty plus years in this bitch, it's crazy we're not even married
Askin' my spiritual guides, what do I need to survive?
How do I leave 'em surprised?
They told me to learn how to parry, and keep on singin' like that caged canary
Will I end up in Paris? They said it's giving very
I can't say last night was a movie because I really be's in those
Either those or TV shows, or maybe Nice, or Mykonos
IRS is in my books like "let me get a peek at those"
Measuring my fees for shows against my need to Cherry Bomb
Track 12, what the hell
Might as well just seal your dome up like my deals and keep it closed
Let's just speak and be exposed
I only scare the hoes to feed the bros, a vice, a verse, who even knows?
I keep some guts like nematodes or Nickelodeon TV shows
Six words when I leave 'em notes, kick the bricks, leave my clothes
Side effects of being grown, wake up smokin', get some provolone
Write on every song, get kick back up off the pub alone
I might get your favorite on the track, but it ain't set in stone
All this paperwork, it got me screamin' like it's Home Alone