The world feels older
The young seem bolder
When they story gets told they ain't
Never snitch on they order
Cause them numbers is they quarter
When I'm caught I never go to my motherf*cking father
Looking f*cking corner cause ya boy seen ya honour
And he looking forward to the time
For the slaughter be a hoarder
For the time he is bordered
Leave him to the f*cking porter
She a daughter now
And she caught with Eric Lauder
I Never really f*cking bought her
Can't catch me dead I won't order
God damn he gon ignored her
I really guess I'm bored I
While my main man a disorder
This kind music ain't really my forta
Can't bare to rap if I ain't corda

And I know I wrote this for ya
Got a part with you on cord I
Can't find I way I can afford a
Big house in main perotta
Kind a weird I got no daughter
All I got my scout and rolled up
My main thing saying
HOLD UP
Wait Holdup
Now we gonna change the song
Round the bend that's f*cking wrong
But you can't tell that I'm wrong
With the limousine and bongs
Now we gon switch up the song
We gon switch back to before
Hit the floor with Christian Dior
This on other levels nah