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Ay, I've been posting pics of my girl, old heads wonderin' why
I wouldn't understand either if I had the b*t*h you hide
Hair tie in the cupholder blunt roll the facade
I used to be the only one sober but I must roll with the highs
Jumped over the lies, f**ked over the ones hopin' I'm quiet
Young Toke but I'm much older in the mind, you guys much older than wise
Couple hoes slumped over in the ride
Bottles get pa**ed around but I don't trust most of you guys
So I drunk only from my cup throw but I'm kind, love goes to the guys
She brought her two friends in, but I'm only allowed to f**k both from behind
Whip don't make a sound but it still say a lot when I ride
Goofy still in a hoopty sound like a f**king drumroll when you drive
God my biggest fan he should be front row with a sign
Plastic bag with a ice pack kept my lunch cold as a child
That sh*t never fill me up
I stole her lunch 'til I got caught, in lunch detention I wrote songs
That principle he did me wrong, suspendin' me when he heard my verses
Everyone at that age got a dream they watch me but be encouraged
I had family in the Holocaust
But the car drivin' at high speed is German I hope they see the purpose
I got the same last name as the man who used to lead my service
We're not related but I do hit that stage like God is working
Young Toke is re-emergin', I ain't dropped in three years
That would end y'all career, I guess I'm here for certain
My girl get rea**urance, your girl got you googlin' what's the cheapest Birken
And stressin' the f**k on the couch, deletin' searches
Toured before a legal permit, I would've got a fake ID
But by the time I was 17 I got everything for free
Hop in the whip with T, top of the fit Celine
Bottom of Lil' Mcqueen, jeans or beast your PAC in a bit too lean
Top of the mornin' tip-top view and who on top of the b*t*h is me
I don't thank God for the fame, because the fame ain't really a blessin' for me
The fame late, thank God my mama caught her cancer early
We met at high school, she think I'm the one
She said that goose must be layin' eggs the way it sit in my cup
I should've signed to G Herbo when he was hittin' me up
'Cause I've been ridin' through Chicago humble beast with the windows up
Ma**achusetts where the Valor curtains on my window frame
Crib got a big echo so I push her hair where the pillows hang
Livin' life fast mo' ga**ed up than the whip those days
Plan B's at the crip, I was ducking kids like the limbo game
Uh, most the time I'm trollin' y'all
Most the time they clownin' on what's different cause it's protocol
Injury reserve I drive the whip just like it's stolen y'all
The whip electric roll out that machine like we some bowling balls
Uh, dad's good but you know what?
More important than cutting them checks each month
Me convincin' him, "Don't blame yourself
So much for the family's pain man your son glowed up"
Everybody in the city was so surprised
To see me in national groupie except the people who actually knew me
Take 'em around the world to travel and movie
Make that girl come back with a different accent for mom and dad, she like the practical Stewie
Uh, liquor act like peace treat, keys out like greenscreen
'Cause the whip I have sayin' speed me
I used to rip the plastic off of a CVS bag just to wrap a dime bag
Now I stay in my back like the receipt
I got so much love for my guys that they'll probably never know
And I know they've seen sh*t that I probably never will
Hard to wrap my head around the fans supportin' every step
But when we show up to their town they see my brother as a threat
Loose money is in a room
So the room just be like a zoo tummy, two tounges gorilla glued to me
Only a few words hope you know the truth hurts move from me
I know my true worth known to do dirt like the dune buggy
I know the routes work growin' from cool hurt but I'm new money
This hoe want new fur coats and a cute purse an acute from me
B*t*h don't be too sure just wrote a loose herb in a room from me
My bro's a huge nerd, holdin' two guns firm lookin' like a bookworm
Dad said he would come by
And every time he never showed I just wrote
Ten years old I was smoking with my older bro
He taught me how to sneak in windows when his neighbor wasn't home
I learned how to keep a secret early, Kanye was my world
I fell in love with head at twelve, I never knew how to treat a girl
Grandpa used to give advice, cancer came before I listened
Doctors fed my sister pills, they should've paid for the rehab she never sit with
I can never switch I gave my bro a job before I could afford to
I've medicated depression I performed through
I was in a bus mine behind me on that tour too
I remember when she was behind me in that courtroom
Bilingual short fuse, yellin' at my foreign coupe
B*t*hes wanna marry like they dug my last name, shout out 4-2
Bro pop off sh*t might get leaky get the corkscrew
Bottle cost the grand openin' like the store's new
Nas was tellin' me he noticin' me become a star
Been home for a week, just tokin' the weed and asked my name
Lower your fee collab away, hoes on the street give a** the same
I give a b*t*h a winter night, rollin' the sheets and blow on the tea to relax her brain
When I get too high I act insane
Got my girl mad at the J, now she act like dame
I was eager to hop off the ports like the package came
Never had a gang but my OG used to make Ray go way like Accutane
Uh, east coast my jacket hang
West Coast my baddy came blow 'til her lashes hang
Uh, your clothes you keep on racks, my clothes they each a rack
I'm paranoid at baggage claim, need a bottle when they land a plane
F**k the rumors what y'all wanna know
I never named myself after a cartoon, but that's a funny joke
Meals were out the microwave of my apartment
Half-eaten apples in the fridge, we finish what we started
But I do regret some things
I do regret cuttin' off friends 'cause I ain't understand their ways
Like they ain't 'bout with me in my new life that became
I was way too late to rekindle, they just see me like I changed
In school, they said I'm different, that's how I picked up my name
My name got me a li'l fame, I had to get confident without it
My whole life I prove people wrong I don't expect you to know that
So it's all good, I've seen opinions get rerouted
I told Jid (J.I.D.) I'm goin' to Atlanta, I gotta lock it
I don't get the accent but everywhere I'm still Boston
I'm from the north shore but I don't swim
The closest, I go is spreadin' that b*t*h open by the doc on some gyno sh*t
Thirteen at that Mac Miller concert I tucked the weed in my shoe
I wish I told him that but it was enough just meetin' the dude
I must be speaking the truth, I got fans from ten to sixty
I'll only appeal from age fourteen to fifteen
Born dreamin' this dream, core team is with me
All the homies and my girl see me go from poor me to rich me
I duck my head I just keep workin'
I'm just tryin' to tell my story, it's a lot beneath the surface
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