[Intro: Qari]
Yeah
Young Carl
Ayy

[Verse: Qari]
One trick ponies
If your homies is headless horsemen, you ride by your lonely
Paul Revere, word of mouth, n***as so phony
Forecast, we gon' bring some fire to the formal
All my shit imported, no DiGiorno
Crank, Sugino
My bitch look foreign, she from Kankakee, though
My plates from Rio
I don't know Portuguese, I know Tina Marie though
I pull up in them Rick James jeans, it's Qari from the casino with nina
N***as dirty, I seen 'em
I never worried, I'm covered
Ain't got no ties 'cause I'm stubborn
My next bitch might make me rich, my ex-bitch undercover
But hate to see me in public
But love to see me with another bitch
She know I love money but now the money come with other shit
So I keep sources on sources, that's sorcery, pottery, porcelain
No lottery endorsements, corporate coppin' me Forces
No time for pony tricks, tired of the horse shit
Forfeit the counterfeit, when they ask about it, ain't nobody seen it
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
Low-key in the party
Low-key in the party, no hoes on me
Young n***a, just a little bit of gold on me
New love got us fuckin' like we old homies
That's why I'm low-key in the party
Low-key in the party, no hoes on me
Young n***a, got a little bit of gold on me

[Outro]
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you if you're being yourself, fuck 'em
Let me tell you somethin'
I used to go out with a girl when I was about your age
I tried to please her pappy all the time
Went out my way to please her pappy
I come in one day, I said, "Nice weather we're havin'"
Said, "You can't say that
You can't say that, it might rain"
I said, "Nice tie you got on"
Said, "You can't say that
My wife tried to choke me with it"
Point I'm tryna tell you, son, is be yourself
People don't like how you be yourself, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em up against the wall
With handcuffs on, and crazy throwin' lips