I'm really sad now When it tingle my sense it ain't safe Snake slither I caught on their face Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain Fuck the neck, bitch gimme that brain Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes Big crib shit gettin' misplaced Big dick shit gettin' rearranged She be singin' I call her T-Pain Ballin' since 2016 My dollars in the locker room, bitch, it's Yao Ming My telly got the size to address elephants She suckin' on the carpet I call her Dyson We not the same you're standin' next to me All of you whores need beta carotene You dead and drained I changed my batteries In all the pain I fought the sin I blocked the demon Talked to Him I walked again I dropped again You missed the shot I pulled the pin I pick your thoughts I smell a bin You said you hot Ice gonna melt before you globe trot Done humblin', bitch I'll let the clothes dry +62 no it ain't a butt dial I'm the blueprint I ain't worried if we both drop Your bitch in my crib sippin' bone broth Back again It's packed again My schedule and my stock of pens It never left I wrote my fate Your ink is spent Let's not pretend My bone and skin I left in booth Your spine and soul has left the room I pop my shit My colon punctured Hold the sides Hold the smiles Who am I Your demise I been slimmin' for the cam It add some pounds And add that dollar Add that yen And add that rupiah Word around town they tryna copy my business You can't even emulate a full sentence Take a lil' more than likin' photos on Pinterest Nobody imitatin' my ambition Everyone a fashion killa these days So fast walk around like they Virgil these days You been here what? You don't got what it takes I won't let that shit fly like a weather delay Tell Sean did the script come in yet? Tell the bro That I want him on the remix I don't get flustered I don't get seasick Your time comin' but you ain't found a niche yet Hit 'em up When I pull up that [?] minerals I ain't Shinoda we never linkin' up I'm just tryna talk, lil' bitch I'm outside When it tingle my sense it ain't safe Snake slither I caught on their face Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain Fuck the neck, bitch gimme that brain Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes Big crib shit gettin' misplaced Big dick shit gettin' rearranged She be singin' I call her T-Pain