Verse 1

It's that burgundy hoodie with ripped jeans with 8 1/2 timbos
Been waiting in the cold and handing out mad demos
I drag weirdos by earlobes from stretch limos
I'm showing you the night like chilling with Jay Leno
I use words well, that's word to my well worded
This alcohol i bring to the cup with bottle service
Im the big brother to n***as that fell circus
You ain't nothing like your big brother, n***a you Seth Curry
You move like ya leg prosthetic, ya fake stepping
You tryna pick apart my story, no page left in
I'm shining from the ground, the ceiling's my floor's essence
Great lessons, so I soar through the air, like Dave Beckham
My city on my back like whip scars in slavery to it
Only n***a with the bravery to it
So it's unidentified that I caught it like an alien do it
My script game, Scorsese into it
N***as these shoes that I fill it
The moment, I'll never step out 'em
Knowing a lot of n***as upset bout 'em
Regulars will keep you reg if you A-llow 'em
Go on my voice memo app to hear my next album
It's triple-double with fire assists with an egg and orange juice
A piece of bacon and a side of grits
I've been through the jungle and seen it all like a fire stick
You get it a hieroglyph