[Intro]
The fact that I can even rap on this beat is a fuckin' flex

[Verse 1]
Rainy day outside
Feel like Drake, look alive
Bitch you can’t, won't survive
In the paint
Bitch I been a saint
Fuck it, christ
Look away or in my eyes
Is you fake or you gon' ride?
Bitch I’m lookin' great!
And you a 5
I remember 8th
Rappin' lil vibe, boi

You gon' fuckin' die boy!
Sike!
I just wanna rap about like something new
I don't wanna do
Like the others do
I don't wanna do
Like my brothers do
I don't wanna do
What my mother do
9 to 5 ain’t for me
This my life not the streets
Wait- what if I die?
Would y’all remember me?
Nine divide nine
Thats what Imma bе!
NUMBER 1 MOTHERFUCKA!
[Verse 2]
Lately I been stressed
I ain't been thе best
Mind has been a mess
Not sayin’ I ain't blessed
Got lack of motivation
Too much irritation
All my homies stayin'
Getting allegations
I don't know who to side with
Both are suicide
It’s cuttin' circulation
Nation fallin'
I been stationed ballin'
Now Satans callin'
Imma make a mark and
Imma make the music
Bitch I'm fluent in the shit talk
Not saying I ain't blessed
But I been depressed
Writers block been hittin' hard now
Fuck trust I won't let my guard down
Wrist redder than the queen's guard now
I just smoked an eighth I'm seein' stars now
I don't gotta rap about a car now
I got on group B and I barred out
Fuck the destination
I got motivation
Imma flood the nation
Now I'm sittin' waitin'
I'm just being patient
This a fuckin' murder
This assassination bitch!
I'm behind in class
I don't got a lot of projects turned in
Fuck the destination
Imma sit and wait and
Make music while I let the world spin
Yughhh!