[Verse 1]
Low, gotta go, this breezy I gotta chill
Ammonia, ill
Getting [?] with a pill
I'm sick and cold, deliria little drifty
I read a new era with these 59Fifty
Old people told me my style was so nifty
And they ain't heard this great since their 40's and 50's
And I'd be this ill in my 40's and 50's, fuck man
A kid, being this [?] [?] with me
Until this one's got allergies, why not ask him?
I'd pay a dollar check, off of ya Nikes
Tennis so high, that I feel stupendous
Lil' rhymey, and my ugly game horrendous
Really held up like rubber band suspenders
Too bad it ain't contagious to spit in, from Linsa
Got me mixed up like Vic to Mensa
Just got the best from him, likе Euphrates, it's uh

[Interlude]
Yeah so, so, so, nothing
Katie comеs up to me
We watch some movies, and she said, "Chano, man"
"These other rappers sick, but I swear man"
"You eatin' up all the rappers in the game"
Heh, I looked at the same thing and I said
"Katie, you have no idea"
[Verse 2]
It's ya bro on the day, it's ya feast down [?] street
Shit still sweet, so I know it ain't shit for free
Hit ya weight up, ya still counting calories
It's put ya style up, [?]
Every-every rapper here, you can never-ever tell how bad [?]
You got beef, I turn it into patties, [?]
I'm just sayin', yes, the taste of defeat
Delectable rappers on the label, on this for treats
I'm glad things are how they used to be
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[Interlude]
Yo, people think this is easy
If ain't what I'm doing is like [?], I swear
I just got one last thing to say to y'all
Having no money is easy, you have no idea
It's hard being reckless, why do you still---