[Intro]
Bink the Humble Monsta (Ah)

[Verse 1]
You hear the harps, blunts gettin' broken apart
Poppin' bottles on a boat in the Barts
Awoke from the start, too smart to joke with the narcs
Went from a crab barrel to a ocean of sharks
Shoulders is arched, fluorescent flow'll glow in the dark
It's the essence though, I'm a pro, used to post in the park
Supposed to be sharp, the era, get loose when it's goose weather
No excuse, I'm the truth bearer
Move better in silence, less carbs keep the god balanced
A million large can't involve violence
A million bars, this is star talent, the blogs challenge
But my catalogue's as hard as Hamlet's, street version
Been about it, I'm a beast at curbin'
Deep sermons, any drama come, I keep on curvin'
Reek of bourbon, lightin' bongs, got the reefer burnin'
Still a don, for you haters, I'm just reconfirmin'
Be emergin', impulsive, high voltage, live vocalist
Survived the atrocious sides of psychosis
I wrote this for them boasters in Louie loafers
Gold chokers, Heckler holders, low with no holsters
Got focused, got embraced by all the cultures
You fear ghosts-es, seein' my face'll be the closest
More mimosas, mountain views, no Fountain Bleus
This is housin' dudes, only few can lounge in my shoes
[Chorus]
So who's who? (You— you)
Just for you (If you official, this is for you), for— for you— you
Just for you, for you— you
Just for you (Just for you), for— for you— you
Just for you (So who's who?), for you— you
Just for you (If you official, this is for you), for— for you— you
Just for you, for you— you
Just for you, for— for you— you

[Verse 2]
From a half a chicken to acquisitions, the math is different
No ass-kissin', I don't ask permission
Either you eatin' good or you lack nutrition
Lab technician from the hood, but I had ambition
The swag edition, still drippy, real picky, bills crispy
Told my n***a chill, they squeal to peel quickly
I feel iffy, back in it, the rap remnants of the
Cocaine cowboy killers and crack chemists
I lack limits, overachiever, the home of believers
Live since Latifah, ice cold with the divas
Rollin' cheeba, puffin', rappin' to beats
In broad day they bodied old boy, what happened is deep
I trap in my sleep, it's truthful, self-absorbed, the youthful
Forbes and Fortune 5', I strive to show the new school
It's not a race, just do you
From ground up, look how I grew
[Outro]
Just for you, for— for you— you
Just for you, for you— you
Just for you, for— for you— you
Just for you, for you— you
Just for you, for— for you— you
Just for you (Just for you), for you— you
Just for you, for— for you— you
Just for you (Just for you)
Just for you
Just for you
Just for you