Drinkin’ juice, but the jacket is a Soda Club
And it ain’t no discussion if we talkin’ who the coldest bubblin’, yeah
Drink ’til I don’t got no motor function
Play the pool spot with the homies, don’t even go to functions
Flow like I invented butter, Washington Carver
I’m popping ‘cross the pond, been a fish out of water
I’m from the land where public idiot the new martyr
And dudes jump through hoops for acceptance, I move smarter
Souls on auction and we applaud ’em
He ain’t an artist, he just an attention hoarder
Beg and barter for my time, yo, I ain’t ask for your advice
You make the album in an hour, probably spend more time pickin’ out which caption you should write
Where’s the value in that?
I thought we was bringin’ art back, you had me with that
Dudes get a mic, some subtitles, and act like if I follow you, I’ll have me a map
I think I’ll have me a nap
Shit, you talkin’ to an architect
Built it with my bare hands, ain’t even do the garden yet
They gon’ be mad when they can’t pick the fruits they wan’ eat off me, but shit
I’m just a product of all y’all neglect
So any salt they throw is all respect to me
And I don’t gotta change when I’m on the ‘net
I don’t gotta feign like I’m all upset
Say my name in vain, still, you all could get it, yeah
But I’d rather not
From where we sympathize with billionaires, walk past the homeless
Immunize the redemption, think we long past the moment
They play the game, I’m tryin’ not to coach it
But every time I think I’m out, they keep approachin’
[Skyzoo:]
Tell ’em approach me with the caution that they was told to proceed with
Ain’t a lie told, baby boy, head of Jesus
Truth get to spinnin’ infinity like a helix
My only pronouns is I’m him and he’s it
[?] still on my gatekeep shit
[?] pop up, I need receipts split
Block full of Pete Rocks, get it by the remix
They unlock potential, my dissertation is ki’ flips
I’m everything that this era know that they missin’
I’m everything the last era hoped was in the distance
And all I need for you to do is to do what you can do
I’m here to believe in you like you Julius Randle, huh
I’m Snow Beach pullovers in verse form
I’m Angelettie beat tapes, Penny Hardaway handles
Lookin’ at this era from the bleachers
And how this drill shit changed the soul of the city like dollar pizza
But fuck it, still in all, I support a few nice
I mean, I own a restaurant, I know what margins is like
Just take the accountability along with the light
I’m the writer who got time to pick apart what you write
The type to mob with you when it look like I ain’t standin’ in
‘Til I take these Dunks off and shake out all the sand in here
God levels up whatever I can manage here
Bump the wild Kenzo B, keep the balance clear
Clear, clear, one, two like it’s cardiac
All of the above, one the humble and I brought it back
Now round of applause for me and Marlon
Henny at the Soda Club, keep the water pourin’
Real shit, huh
