Yeah, it's a simple question, do you got it or not? I've been talking to God about the garages for the crib that I still haven't bought Boat rocking, my thoughts going too fast and irrational I need the 42 on the rocks, wait, uh I'm the ambassador, meaning I gas up the land I came from Make it rain and the money look in like ransoms And my brain, oh, it's steady demanding answers I've been feeling like I'm fighting with my thoughts on In the motherfuckin' bench, in the lot Punch in the back while he listening to the blocks Uh-uh, I'm about to get my shit rocked Uh-uh, I need the color, mic pops I'm killing the pain, I'm feeling the change I'm a villain to ones that wanna shit on my name You better think twice about the moves that you make When your heart is closed, when the truth is erased Ayy, don't disturb, I'm in the booth Ayy, my neck shiny like my tooth Ayy, your bitch tryna reproduce Ayy, DM's open, I'ma shoot Uh, don't disturb, I'm in the booth Ayy, my neck shiny like my tooth Ayy, your bitch tryna reproduce Ayy, DM's open, I'ma I got options, lil' bitch, you do not know where I've been Fam, 7am, I'm a fan, I'ma not just Landed up in Japan for my body with toxins More with a reason to leave my inhibitions I breathe in the tobacco smoke, I eat the roach And then I do my deepest stroke, I'm bout to run and mine On these bitches, I'm Kyra Pratt Feeling crack smiles on these bitches, I'm 21 Tryna make 9, 10 billion, 29 Quit by size of the Pentagon, just got the shoes As red as filet mignon, squishy got magic I thought she was Hermione Uh, I met Hermione, uh, switch environment I'm feeling uninspired, what's better, a sip of gin Defining my soul and clarity, I'm burying my sins The blessing is on my evidence, ayy I'm a business man without a business plan Rex, I'm playing the fitness, abracadabra New Illuminati ain't the mantra, uh I ain't fucking you unless it's tantric Gotta walk out slowly, I'm usually dramatic I'm a raw dog, life, I ain't doing no habits I'm a star from the start, they be calling me Patrick And a white girl mouth like a giant tarantula Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Uh, I've been dealing with some wack-ass Motherfuckers think a nigga backstabbed Make him feel the pain like I'm in Jackass, hit it, I'm living I'm ripping out the page, they been asking where the raps at I don't need the bread, I'mma give it to the fam Get the job done like Tess Rabbit Puff on the gas, I cannot find the passion All my cash, I buried it, looking at coins Like, what am I doing, like, where do I go? Man, I really gotta get the right dose You really gotta come to my shows when the shit is open Rock that Chanel like my name Frank Ocean I dress well, you on that beat, long shit I'm paying all the bills, though Money been multiplying like an info Do I really need a crib on the hills, though? It's probably gonna be good for my mental I pop out, man, I was a dropout Way bloodier than the rappers arguing on Clubhouse I'mma throw the hands whenever I go on a run now Wanna start but don't know when to do it like I'm Bow Wow Stop the hate, just walk away, lil' bitch They gon' make it home and see the kids I'm awake and I ain't ducking out Peace and quiet shit running out of style My calling up like, stay home, fuck the sessions That you got, tell them you can't make the drive This brain on a bad day, saw that damn quote I don't know if I got 9-1-1 to dial The shit that made me cry Man, this shit ain't civilized I ain't born to die I need to stay a while I need to stay a while I ain't born to die I ain't born to die