[Verse 1]
Ay ay ay look
I'm on a fast but I'm eating
I quit rapping like every other weekend but being a rapper's easy, right
I'm not acting seasoned, but I could honestly go out like Steeze, so 'holla if you need me, alright
I'm not that everyday recording artist in the bio gassed up overplayed undereducated liar
That Mavi he's a rare breed, been doing this since out the womb assume [?] gonging in his head
See I told you I was sitting in class with class actresses who get mad at me when I toss slurs half-hazardly
Pass with b's, since class the teeth pretending we had slugs
Some never grow up, same rappers pretending they got guns
My father taught me the illest throughout history had poor penmanship
I picture me sinning with more pendants than that [?]
My mission is [?] and Preme and wool Pendeltons
Until then my pen'll split your appendages

[Verse 2]
Ay ay
Yeah
I was disconnected, what house had no home phone
I was messing with hoes, lil bros rocking my old clothes
I was loving the most, love is the toughest to show though
I went from, Joe Blow to rose gold off no dough
I hate, feeling naked forsaken my vacant comforters
The pace is amazing and spacious with flaming mufflers
Can't mess this up the pressure's on, the scrutiny is brutalized
And who can see, how you perceive is usually with truth relies on who you ask
My left my right while grooving into moving traffic
Now the mourning like boohoo and hoover crips and used for sadness
That's a death by music
I wanna go to something slow to reflect my music
I'm on the go, I only hope that it flows with my musing
Had no control with no choosing
Throwing flow as I lose it
(I tell ya, yeah that's it)