[Intro]
Ay, one, two
Yeah, ay, ay
Uh, two, like
Bars and they actuals added up and I'm bound to blow
Nah they don't get it drop numbers and they be, like
One, two, three, four, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Drop bars and they factuals
Add it up and I'm bound to blow
Nah they don't get it
Drop numbers and they be actuals
Quiet for a minute but now I feel like I'm at a ropes end
For the bend. For the block I'm the admiral
Adderall for the tension. I pop a E when depression
Hit just like the recession but next one I'll be investing
Sloppy but I got еtiquette something, unlikе my education
Say we wouldn't make it? I made thousands. They made graduation
Talk about congratulations
Nobody care about
They look down
I stare 'em down
Shit make me wanna air it out
Arrogance what they scared of now
Should be afraid of my whereabouts
Warming up we ain't wearing down
Let me know when y'all wearing out
Just look at what you wearing out...
You really pay for that dude?
Wyatt sent the tweet and had yo' bitches tryna pay to dress you
Momma said they made you special
Especially in case of mental
We was tryna find it, that shit missing like the V in SU
One, two
One, one
One, two
Yeah, one, two

[Verse 2]
Ay, yeah, uh
Let's talk bout it
I'm off? That's all chatter
The moss is grown faster
In fact we all gathered
So lets discuss chapters
If losses all matters
The facts would be scattered
But that you got backwards
One look at my data or cata-log have em
Race to sign the kid in like a year or some shit
I put the fear in they hearts, cuz we ain't hearing it bitch
I put a tear in they voss so they can feel what it is

Look

[Verse 3]
I'm off sadness
And on Saturn
So don't matter
What talk happen or heart shatter
Cuz mine plastic
And mind spazzing
They spine snapping
Watching what happening
They all acting
I'm all action
Nautica backwards
Fuck it, had to flip it
Then rearrange and rip it
We landing soon and sticking
And be demanding rich shit
My arm be strong on some Neil shit
They cap for nicks like they kneeling
And smoke the dimes they say dealing
And spit some shit we not feeling
The odds be stacked but we dealing
So we go feel how we feeling
And stack up millions on billions
Till that shit straight through the ceiling
So let em know what the deal is
I'm Bradley Cooper and Beal bitch
I write the script and I fill it
That's both prescription and film shit
Fuck

[Outro]