[Intro: Brakence]
Warning
I don’t give a fuck about your mic tone
I could do this shit with just a fucking iPhone
Kill your ego, then I take you out to lunch
I got sums from these kids that bump
Me in different timezones

[Verse 1: Brakence]
Something I can’t really do was never
In the fucking question
I been whippin’ up a stew
In lady mattress since eleven
This kinda boy know how to make a good impression
Ain’t gone stop, ain’t no stallin’
Need a fuckin’ intervention

[Verse 2: Brakence]
Uhhhhhhh
Fuckboy noticed that my core can't be boxed
It’s major league, I’m Derrick Jeter
How i’m short of my stop, I got no
B-plan when I’m hacking a wall
Looking back at my decision, wasn’t practical
But ashes or coal, I don’t wanna act anymore
Because I’ll prove it to my mama when the cash come home
[Outro]
(Yeah dude, you will)
When the cash come home (No abosolutely not)
When the cash come home, hmm
(It’s like— yeah, it’s literally just like—)