[Intro]
Woo
Yeah, yeah, I just wrote this shit this morning
Shout-out to 21 The Producer on the beat
Marcus on the, on the damn, uh, Pro Tools
Marcus say "Hi!"
Hey!
Jake behind the camera
Bedroom bars episode two, ho
You know who the fuck I be

[Verse]
Yo, everybody tryna lock a n***a in, box a n***a in, telling me what he think that I could be
It's funny cause I'm counting all this money, watching everyone go dummy, while I'm bouncing in the streets
I ain't ever been anything but me, my rhymes make a n***a go "Sheesh"
I'm like a step dad with a fat step kid, mama be tripping, I'm like, "Let that n***a eat"
I ain't never been weak, had a bowflex
I ain't never been soft, stay crispy
And I always been a freak, getting no rest
If I leave then that girl is coming with me
I ain't always had money, now it's no stress
All I do is make hits, Ken Griffey
I used to chill at the crib on a friday
Now you can find me in the club like 50, oh jeez
Bing, bada, boom
If a n***a talking, Imma put him in the tomb
I been spitting fire since before I was born
Mama need a pepto when I was in the womb
I treat the booth like the dungeon of Doom
I'm like Big Sean, I ain't fucking with you
I always been fly like a witch, take a sit on the broom
New whip and it go, "Vroom, vroom, vroom"
Balling like Griffin, that's Blake, I ain't talking 'bout Peter
I'm climbing the charts like I'm running the bleachers
They freak when they see me, they all having seizures
Album was popping with no major features
I'm all that they playing, I'm blowing they speakers
They trying to find me like an egg on easter
Hit it then quit it, don't care if I see her
[Outro]
That's bedroom bars episode two
I would spit more
But I don't want y'all to burn up, n***a
I'm 'bout to go pack a pita