Just something funky
Running in my muddy chucks
I don't give a f*ck
These artists songs are unemployed, cause they need work
I'm dripped with bags, now that's a T-shirt
I given free choruses for the fun of the feature
Drank the beat's juice, and I had a feast on the verses
I don't got beef I'mma people person
And the bars next level like the face scan to complete a purchase
I'm the shit like a fecal turd
I still laugh at fart jokes, I probably need to be mature
I'm a grown man
Aye I'm a grown ass man
I'm grown, I'mma do just what I want, aye
I'mma do what they won't man
Aye I'm just a grown man
But I don't feel so old
I'm only twenty-four
But oh shit that sounds like it
That's a grown man
Wasn't in the whole plan
I been doing this since I was like four man
Psh, fitted with a full band
Psh, pulling out the pole and
Tipping on the toe tan
Standing out, like I got sandals when cloudy
I be where I can't be found
Everybody on the prowl
I chant my sound
These artists songs are unemployed, cause they need work
I'm dripped with bags, now that's a T-shirt