I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC"
Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included
I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly
That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited
Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self
You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self
While I got record labels hitting me through my school email
Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt
Huh
Like Home Depot is, Im in her ocean, Nemo Flick, She said her friends was tryna watch like what they what? some Regal Tickets!
She said that my meat so long she thought it was a eel fish
I heard you using Photoshop, can't even send a real pic
Damn,
Nah, we not in the same boat
Cause I was in yo shawty Jaws, and she said you gon need a bigger one
A Snickers couldn't even cure his anger, try a Twix or sum
Cause if he keep on swinging, then this choppa pop like bubblegum
Popping just like some kernels, I jumped over every herdle, now I'm off to Studio's in Orlando like Universal
Living my life like a movie, this don't cut to no commercial
Switch the Gucci up for Louis, cause it's RIP to Virgil
Rest in peace,
(RIP)
I'm hoping one day in the future, i'll be swimming in the green
How I chase the bag like Outlast, got me running in between
I just want something to pass down to my nephew and my niece
I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC"
Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included
I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly
That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited
Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self
You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self
While I got record labels hitting me through my school email
Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt
Yeah
All these tools on me, I heard the beat was switching, time to get into tomfoolery
I'm spending money people buy they cribs with on some jewelry
That boy such a fake gangster, claim he crip cause he eat blueberries
And I'm like there ain't no way he for real
On the bike like Motocross, my helmet say O'Neal
Seen me wit a ball? dawg I be dunking like Shaquille
Call my choppa Jermaine, cause it twin be singing like Michael
Yeah
Go out like MJ, hitting one last dance
I graduated, and surpassed all my classmates
Now it's just numbers when I cash these checks
I ain't worried about what's on my GPA
I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC"
Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included
I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly
That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited
Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self
You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self
While I got record labels hitting me through my school email
Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt