[Verse 1]
Can I help you?
I give a fuck about what anybody else do
I give a fuck about how anybody else move
Or anybody else moo, sun cycle a foot head
Cats don’t even know the history of my [?]
Can’t believe I even understood [?]

[Verse 2]
4 digits at least G
I just got off of Facebook so good luck tryna reach me
Oh 4 digits ain’t that much
But let me see you get that just for waking up
Yo, stop clowning
I stayed the course, get my point across without shouting
34 years without a loss
That’s years without a boss and counting

[Verse 3]
I ain’t notice cats was tryna be intimidating
I was meditating
A writer said I’ll be dead before I’m cеlebrated
A famous corpse, guеssing that’s the cost of innovating
My inhalation, my exhalation
I taking stride to coincide with my expiration
When I ain’t breaking cycles I’m breaking into Cyprus
I made it to 34 so I guess there’s typos in the Bible
Or could be just human
But soon as I wake I’m back to what I fell asleep doing
Dudes behind that ran contra now decide to throw concerts
Now worth more monsters, I mean sponsors
[Verse 4]
I got an army of saints, my army’s in shape
They constitute a cypher that is hard to explain
And hard to escape
The current is the currency, be gone in exchange
Every sec I shake the Etch A Sketch, a clean slate
Free of cliches, not that any of y’all appreciate
It’s crazy these days, word
Living in the last days, home is where the hat lays
So I ain’t busy setting up the barricades
To ward off motherfuckers tryna break into the Batcave
Rainy days, I still radiate
I signify the entire game, hollering a woo woo ’88