Dream draft like I'm Steve Nash on a rampage Cheap bag 'cause the weed wack like a landscape Bro sad, went to rehab, hit a bad low Hard pass, brought the lean back like Fat Joe Backstroke, put the kids back on her backbone That get the kids a little embarrassed like a dad joke Hat low, I'm a red flag with a cash flow Red flag like I'm Chinese on a flagpole I be on every computer all around the whole globe Feed Macs and I feed Dells like Castro Feed Macs and I feed Dells like Castro Stay next to my OG like Maco Call me T, jump in TV, where the remote? T cuddle? No Tea kettle, good for your throat T cuddle? No T kettle, let's party Have a ball and I hold the ball like the golf tee You all the way soft, bitch, I don't play golf I'm a God-made saint with a Caucasian face And a half black lung from the heartbreak days I'm a concrete kid with a concave brain Doing conquest quiet like we cut cocaine I'm a phantom to my opps like Phantom of the Opera Wicked on stage like Broadway plays Wicked on stage like Broadway plays Make 'em nosedive like MJ's face Turn a bitch ghost white like MJ's face Give the greatest hits like MJ gems Make a pro-po fall like MJ's death And I beat kids' ass like MJ's dad And I fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel-fuel, methane gas Methane, I will not date till my death date Good friend, not a boyfriend for the friend's sake Won't be in a picture frame, just a bedframe Treat them like a pet before I give them a pet name Pet name, give 'em all jobs, get a friend paid You give me a big Benz, like UK I give you a Lexus, like Texas One day, we gon' pass cars like left lane Pass cars, like a left lane on the highway Vacay, 'cause I rap great, I can migrate Migraines and a headache every last day Sometimes I think they from God He telling me stop thinking that way God give me headaches to stop thinking bad things She told me leave it in, fuck no, in that case I took my children out early like half days I took my children out early like bomb threats I keep a sixteen inside me like prom dress Gotta date uglier women, they stress-free I got a ten on my back, 'cause I'm messy I got a ten on my back like I'm Messi I left a web on her body and she put her clothes on the web like it's Etsy I see your shit I keep scrolling, I scroll like the Dead Sea You all the way soft, bitch I don't play golf I'm a God-made saint with a Caucasian face And a half black lung from the heartbreak days I'm a concrete kid with a concave brain Doing conquest quiet like we cut cocaine I'm a phantom to my opps like Phantom of the Opera Wicked on stage like Broadway plays Fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel hoes up like methane gas Fuel-fuel, methane gas