Royal pain tatted on my ass roll oregano Puff it then I pass, Imma go everywhere but class Imma bring my Bros like I'm Mario Cause peach ain't the only hoe In the game giving brain at the beach Woah Headed to Miami looking for the Cuban dream Smoke a couple zoots in the lobby with my fucking team Rocking all my boys' brands guaranteed they make it You listen to my tape shit Whens he gon be famous Gameless Shameless Yung Pepto is the name bitch Write it down now, make a claim to the clout It's a shame you're about Jacking my style And trying to act wild while dressed like a Kyle Coming out London screaming out you want some Coming out Swiss with a fit chocolate bitch Coming out Paris they wanna get married I'm like sorry mommy won't allow me And I ain't that rich yet no I'm sorry Once this tape drops different story Imma catch you round the bend Chilling with the same old friends Listening to 50 Cent talking back when Nothing mattered Where's the weed wheres the booze Nothing mattered Just the steeze and the shoes Nothing mattered Now what we bout to do? Light another fucking blunt drink up and act cool And don't think shit is changed now I'm 22 Don't think shits changed not that much new Only difference now is I'm making these tunes gonna cook a couple more for my brother and his crew Fly little bucks never gave two fucks Run around shirtless never felt worthless That's the worst shit, looking back what's my purpose I don't know But shit I'm still searching Need a bit more clarity while looking for this sanity It's hard to love society while checking my sobriety And thinking so decidedly that the better side of me Would also like to be fucked up and drowned out in weed Maybe I just do got a problem Like most, I don't think imma solve it Maybe I just need some more options Like few I'm not down with that soft shit You need this You want this Well I do too Fuck sipping on purple Imma take that blue Concentrate 'til my day is fully through And above the cuckoos nest, I just flew Lock me up with jacky boy I can bring a nickel son Pay a guard to act coy Imma bring the bitches buns One, Two, Three to the Four How many loonies gon' fuck this whore Crazy or bored I don't know What's the difference Getting so floored I was taught by the British Overage cuz we ain't fucking like these Christians Making fun of everything, that's the fucking mission Wheres your mom I wanna give her a ring I ain't talking calls She's taking my bling In the kitchen now but we breaking your sink And I ain't crazy yet but you got me on the brink And I just think I might need some rest My mom hates my tats But I'm covering my chest Yes Disappointed are my growing rents But I don't give a fuck cuz I'm getting your respect Respect of the world That is what I'm after All the other shit it don't really matter I'm flattered already by the fact That I'm headed to a dream lead by a team of supreme rappers ASAP, BRONSON Got hit me up soon Asap cuz we litty Bronson cuz we goons I'm talking too soon I should be fully groomed And show that this fly trap really has bloomed Eat it up Eat it all Imma stand tall Like I ball Til I fall Off your radar cuz I'm small Yet a player in the game I ain't ever gonna change Ask my old friends I have always been this way Jost and Che Hit me with the update It's the weekend Imma start tweaking Off the weed when You can find me with my weed pen Chillin' with a smile on my face cuz I'm so zen Whoo Let's not pretend, that was crazy... Where my new friends? Ciao La squadra di calcio chiama il tuo padre è la squadra di calcio che ami tu