Lyrics
Get a couple hundred at the door
Wait, then get a hundred more
My life's like an open book, or a live stream
Get the crowd singing like it's Ultralight Beam
Spent 2 years man without a high-key
But I'm living the life that some here might fiend
For, and it's word to Yeezy
Does anybody make real shit anymore
Most of y'all here fugazi til the fucking day y'all pushing up daisies, ayy
So sure, never a maybe, don't wanna hear another track that you wanna play me, ayy
Yeah I know the people you know, acting all hood in your four-storey home
While my team we pining for the dream, no trace of bitch-made is ever in our bone
See me blow up with my set, don't forget
We, paying no attention to your threats, I confess
She, always thought my mixtape was the best, nothing less
Be, cocky we gon put you to the test, to the test
See me blow up with my set, don't forget
We, paying no attention to your threats, I confess
She, always thought my mixtape was the best, nothing less
Be, cocky we gon put you to the test, to the test
Like
Class in session, call me the headmaster
Learn all your lessons or go down way faster
Locking it down like the dreads of a rasta
Singapore son? Well, I'm more like the bastard
Young dude, Cinderella background
Fairy godmother was me choosing to just act now
While the rest only knew to act out
Blaming their piss-poor songs on the whack crowds
Throwing more bands ain't gon solve your lack of talent
Bitch, quit the hacking, you're less Game of Thrones, more Woody Allen
Yves saint Laurent gon be my jacket
You jackasses already have it
Only cause of your trust fund, that's why my team we trust none
(Shoutsout to my mom, yeah. And tell your mom to stop calling me, right)
See me blow up with my set, dont forget
We, paying no attention to your threats, I confess
She, always thought my mixtape was the best, nothing less
Be, cocky we gon put you to the test, to the test
See me blow up with my set, dont forget
We, paying no attention to your threats, I confess
She, always thought my mixtape was the best, nothing less
Be, cocky we gon put you to the test, to the test
See me blow up with my set, dont forget
We, paying no attention to your threats, I confess
She, always thought my mixtape was the best, nothing less
Be, cocky we gon put you to the test, to the test