Verse 1:

Uh
Mama told me "baby boy you gon' shine well."
It takes time, in order to shine you gotta grind well
Show and prove
You the truth, show em proof
Cuz these days its a lot of n***as that's lying well
Never been off of it often
Never been offered an office
No cubical is suitable for what I'm oftenly coughing
Sick and usually lost in
The fact that I''m awkwardly awesome
Snakes all in my grass I'm leaving dead souls in my garden
Got this red rose on my garments
Young n***a in a suit and tie
Oxfords, fox furs, redbones in my newest ride
Riding round to my new shit, assisting you with your suicide
N***as die like everyday but errday I'm like Cooley High
And its all good bae
N***as pass away
Some n***as get it honest
Some n***as moving wehgt
We made it off of rap
We never had to trap
Bitch, I was 3 years old and homeless I'm never going back
I swear

Hook:

And after we fall, this doesn't have to be the end of it all
Cause after it all, meets the end

Verse 2:

Welcome into my terror dome
Terror's home, don't dare to clone
N***as talking like zombies, I turn them all into hair and bones
Gold links, herringbones, banana boats for my cubans too
No squares in my circle, and these n***as lookin' like rubix cubes
My "backpack rap", stack stacks, that slap trap; that's rap shit
That rat see that cheese, want a slice, but no fraction
Me no ablo english, n***a I don't even know spanish
Yo girl, want yogurt, I gave her my dannon
Carey, cannon, I'm light skinned, no tanning
That last line made no sense I'm just rhyming shit with dannon
This flow paid for your funeral, no shipping and handling
I murder shit
Kill it all
Fuck them
Kill em all
That throne just ain't big enough
That crown just ain't big enough
You n***as been rapping for 20 years, shit still ain't pickin up
This ground just ain't big enough
These clouds just ain't thick enough
Did it all on our own, fuck n***as never did shit for us
Hook