Whatever your shit is, man, do itWhatever bring you that immense joy, do that, that’s your luxuryThe greatest thing that ever happened to me wasBein’ damn near twenty and leavin’ Los Angeles for the first timeI got out my bubble, my eyes, just wideMy passport is the most valuable—Massa couldn’t catch me, my legs long than a bi**hGot too much self-respect, I wash my hands ‘fore I pissThey try to talk me—, ehm, I’ma just goYeah, when I turned twenty-three that’s when pubеrty finally hit meMy facial hair started growin’, my clothing ain’t really fit mеThat caterpillar went to cocoon, do you get me?See, I was shiftin’, that’s really why Cherry Bomb sounded so shiftyMy taste started changin’ from what it was when they met meBut first impression is everything, ain’t wanna let me goAlways curious as a child and askin’ questions, soI ain’t give no f**ks, if, and, buts if they accept meYo, my boy Skateboard P gave me that speech in Italy session, uhmThankfully, by hour three that detour perspective, uhmThoughts change so rapid, turn into a butterfly, Flower Boy happenedAll the bees buzz, be they buzz, scream, they love meFirst time I private airline, accolade, song got airtimeWent to my style, body, and feelings and fixed my hairlineCalmed down in front of cameras, been there since tens of millionsI’m not that little boy y’all was introduced to at 1-9Mom was in the shelter when “Yonkers” dropped, I don’t say it (I don’t say it)When I got her out, that’s the moment I knew I made it (Yeah, yeah)I don’t come from money, they deny itSince I don’t mirror the stereotypical products of my environmentEight figures in taxes, takin’ that shit is stupidA flower gets its petal, they pluck it but never use itIt’s still potholes in the schools, when does it go?It’s still loopholes that I use, nobody knowsMassa couldn’t catch me, my legs longer than a bi**h
Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands ‘fore I pissThey try to talk me up but I keep short like CaesarEyes open if I pray ’cause I can’t trust God either, uhSee, right there, you got one life to liveHow far do you really wanna take it?Don’t let ’em ever tell you nothin’ you can’t doYeah, I purchase more wheels when I feel like I’m third-wheelin’My favorite part of the double R is the bird ceilin’The panoramic view of the sky and the sun beamin’That ray of light show that nobody is front-seatin’I’m on the hunt for perfect but decent is what I been onI know she fell in love but commitment is not my end goalAnd all my friends that did got too comfy, a little chubbyAnd that drive to make that money dried up when that nose was runnyWe ain’t gotta pay attention to the stuff that he battlesEveryone I ever loved had to be loved in the shadowsTug-o-war with X and Y felt like a custody battleFelt like the boat goin’ down, it felt like I’m missin’ a paddleMight buy that crib in Seattle, covered in grass, lichen, gravel (Yeah)It come with two boats and cattle, I’m livin’ sweet ain’t you heard? (Ain’t you heard ni**a?)This perspective from the beak of a birdYou hope I peak, you take my peaceYou gon’ see me run, like thieves in the nightI’m paranoid, I sleep with a gunThe heat on my dungaroos because they beefin’ for funI’m vegan for now, I’m conscious, know my hands meet when I bowI’m grateful, you ni**as hateful, you eat at me, you got a plate fullYou can’t relate to these things I say to these instrumentalsWhether it’s wealth talk or shit that’s painfulI paint full pictures of my perspective on these drum breaksJust for you to tell me, “It’s not good,” from your lunch breakHoliday seasonA vision you have to understand from perspectiveCheck your resources, ni**a
