[Intro]
You know what?

[Verse 1]
Ya'll say we new, we ain't even new
We just some old school kids, you ain't even knew?
I got 'em questioning themselves like a damn sleuth
Give 'em a talk show host so they can tell the truth
Look, took Radiohead put 'em into a rap
People tryna say its getting outta whack
Wait, it's a wrap? I'm never coming back?
Well who said that cause Imma rough 'em up—facts
My patience has the strength of a twig, I just snapped
Making these n***as lose rhythm, give 'em jet lag
Uh—Cause I'm moving too fast
If you gonna stick around me then you better adapt
Otherwise, I got you hazy in critical
If you ain't about me then you must be egotistical
Ya'll babbling to me like I'm Oprah (Oprah)
Give me some space to explode—supernova
Sit your ass on that sofa
So I can sculpt you like a sculpture
If you wanna you can call me A. Canova
Got these n*** girls "nervosa"
That ain't Spanish but I'm a part of the culture
And since you with it since I'm with it
Then you better get closer
But I fear its close to over
And since you wanna drop tears, I ain't gonna interfere
Imma just stand here and Imma let you do it
We just some dope kids, who know kids
Who's kicking incredibly dope shit
We all miss—the old stuff
Kool-Aid—eating pizza that was frozen
We scream—you scream
But mostly you scream at the things
That some of us do like plant seeds then talk dreams
While bumping "Do Right & Kill Everything"
So you wanna drink, here's another one
Oh, you like it two ways, here's another pun
Aah, I'm inclined to be laid back
So I'll preach about seven stacks of 25 mil back to back
Stacks on stacks, girl, you got racks on racks
They call you "DD"—do they call them that?
I should probably stop searching for help
And search for myself
I know you called but I'm too busy searching to help
I know you can tell, this a different world
I don't remember living in it just a year ago
I got a couple secrets you could never figure out
Still afraid to let 'em out, but I gotta soon
Childhood crawling farther away
Seems from day to day
I keep forgetting things that a king should remember
Feeling dead this minute and alive in the next
Praying to God it'll change with a text
[Skit]

(beat drops)

- America Online dial up ringtone. AIM chatroom sounds. A user enters the chatroom. A message is sent, then another. There is silence...

[L:]
(yawns)
Still no answer?

[A:]
Nah man. Nothing...

- Another message is sent.

[A:]
(beat)
Come on Steph...

- There is a response, then another.

[A:]
Oh snap!

- There is a ruckus. Silence returns.
[L:]
What she say?

(beat returns)

[Verse 2]
I can't hear you, I'm still fading
But I'm not done, there's still beats in my basement
I'm just ticked off, enough with the statements
So let's just say I'm bomb and I ain't nothing to play with
How you like this? How you like that?
I ain't no Chris but I got ya'll smacked
Time is tryna lie to us but we don't gotta move
When they ask for me, I may not even choose to—go
Far gone, heaven bound child
Everybody loves the new kid with the crown now
Blues Bell, I shout it and its used well
Oh this a long story, but it ain't hard to tell
You should blow the horn Taurus, we ain't 'bout bull
That yeah we got a red curtain that ain't got pulled
No hook, no chorus, don't look for it
Obese, oblique hopes, you know?
This could be my last chance so I gotta take it
Tryna rise fast, boy I gotta make it
All I really got here is three S.W.A.G. friends
Artist Guild boy—Magnificent
[Interlude]
We just some mothafuckin' kids
We just some mothafuckin' kids
We be some mothafuckin' kids
We just some fuckin' kids

[Outro]
Yeah, most def...
Respects to Lord Finesse
And shoutout to Mac Miller
We keeping it hip to the game for life homie
You feel me?
Don't forget it
Magnificent, Magnificent
Magnificent, Magnificent