[Chorus]

[Verse 1]
Stick to the script, know to behave myself better than this, yeah
Split to the crib, telling you ain't nothing fresher than this, yeah
Lines on my forehead, all because I been so stressed out, mm
Stack up some more bread, wait 'til the money run out, ooh
I feel like Tarantino, I'm too aggressive
Sip on some Pellegrino, that stuff taste like alka seltzer
I'm multitasking with both of my hands, call me ambidextrous
Staying up writing and rapping so that I could get you this message, I had to get it
And I had to get to the commas consistently
Just to see it's not enough