Sippin on a cold brew
If I hold you
To an accountability
Would you be feeling me
And my standards
Or would you be hammered
By the auxiliary
Playing a certain tune
Like a Trump vs a Hillary
I'm not political
I’m not a sociologist
Though my degree might insist
That I may differ
Young skipper
Skinny dipper
Going big
Made this music
In a coffee shop
Off Carson
I'm not like Chandler Parsons
My game goes beyond my looks
And if I get good looks
Cause I do what coach coaches
I guess in the end time
I be chilling with the roaches
Spit hot bars though I dabble with the cold shit
I uphold this
Way of life
For my wife
And for my kids
So you know how it is
With big papa
I'll always kick it with my folks like soccer
And say to the critics, eerun Baka

Smoking that good shit
Tangled in that hood shit
I guess the ghetto is my Rapunzel
Though it comes in bundle
Not in a single
Uniformed package
I don’t mind the baggage
Maybe I'm like Zero
Serving in a Budapest
Who is left
To dismantle
My handles
Are sweet
Because I bring the good news
So beautiful are my feet
And the alabaster jar brought from she
She go
We go
Like a winning Drakken
Slashing and hacking
Like it was a game of God of War
Hungry for more
So I give it
Spirit is poor
So the beatitudes I live it
And I rock it with style
XY like Kyle
Can't omit the Z
I breathe
Through my mouth
Cause people be nosy
I got work ethic like Kobe
So I'm not worried
That I never got to dance with Josie
Got a room in the house, and it's pretty neato and cozy