[Intro] [filtered electric piano loop, boom-bap drums, sub-bass] Yo [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] I got A's on my team I don't rock J's on my feet 'cause I'm too fly with wings No I'm drinking Red Bull, what you think I mean? What you think I mean? Hopping out that limousine I'm on pop pill, pop pills every day, I don't take Advil Yeah you a lightweight, I'm a heavyweight Bitch you featherweight, I'm a welterweight at least You can catch me on the West Side, if I'm in the East Then you know I'm always down to ride 'cause I'm in Boston And I park it like it was the fucking marathon If you want to do this now then we can go to Paragon Like Paragon, like a pterodactyl Pair of backwoods and I'm poking on that backwood And I never had to ask bro 'cause bro know what's good with it Shout out my boy Solo, yeah, shout out my boy Holo Yeah, shout out my boy Fakey 2K I fuck with these boys every day but they don't understand When I be up inside the matrix I am taking them to another land But that land is inside themselves, oh yeah it's fractal, bro As above so below, I'm a fuck your hoe and I'm a fuck your toe I don't give a fuck choice, I'm a get the point I'm the PT choice, I don't fuck with the points I'm a racking up the points, 41 points and I got the triple double If you want to make this trouble, making trouble I'm a solve your problem I don't care about them goblins, I'm a goblin What's a goon to a goblin? I'm a motherfucking monster No Frankenstein, I'm banking mine like cash bucks No Jewish shit, I'm up on Hebrew and I got the shoeish shit, uh It's real, mm, yeah this shit is real, uh Yeah these boys and uh, fucking with me Hitler, uh Yeah they think I'm Hitler, tell the truth and now I turn to Hitler Yeah, fucking on your sister and I don't give fucks about the mister I don't give a fuck who's the sister, I'm a go and move the mister, yeah [vocals become melodic and airy] I can get away, I can get away, I just need no taste, real talk, uh Fucking with these boys for the freak along [beat fades out]
