Jekyll

Bitches wanna fuck But my dick's too big take it well Mother fuckers wanna shake hands? Homie, don't play yourself, uh Clowning rappers I been godly, since the age of 12 Before that, I hadn't tried So we may as well Say that I'm phenomenal Say that I'ma problem Say what the fuck you wanna say Just know that I got it I made something out of nothing That's the prophecy of profit Mom and dad didn't make a baby They made a deposit Now, I'm coming out the closet Pause Made this in my bedroom It still sounds like a million dollars, dog Still traffic drugs to these kids Children's Tylenol Now, they can see my music, all in color That's a xylophone I just leveled up At this rate I think I might evolve I just fucked yo bitch Get my nut, then she dry me off If I knew she was yo bitch I woulda fucked her twice Mama taught me don't say nothing If you can't say nothing nice Killin' this shit Your bitch on my dick and I love it I pull that shit out in public Life is a bitch and she slutty Give hella brain I call her over to study Thorough as Durrough, yeah buddy Rolling like a big shot Yeah, I'm smoking Kid Cudi It's that time of the month So you know my dick's bloody Then I'm over that bitch, liike money Ain't shit sweet, ooh, ain't shit funny Fathering rappers, they're always sonny Told her back that ass up 'Cause she's always frontin' Young Baby, Birdman I'm the number #1 stunner I am dope as shit Cocaine I'm flushin Knock it out the park Long way from buntin I want everything 'Cause I came from nothing Well, everything But the pain and suffering Like my white girl pale as fuck She don't need no damn tan Yeah, I know you hate me Name a baller that you can stand Boy I got hoes from the San Fran To the Grand strand Love to see my mom in a Camaro Fuck a grand am I remember we ain't have no car Bitch, we was walking Sleeping on the floor In an unfurnished apartment Looking at the sky Tryna wish up on a star man Now I'm writing for my family, guys I think I'm Seth McFarlane If I see a bad bitch and she with it Then she can get it Ain't a 10 she a 5950 That pussy fitted If it wasn't such a nice guy I'd probably be pimping bitches With a name like curiousity Constantly killing kittens Honestly think I'm shitty at this rap thing Autotuning everything cause I can't sing Never talking 'bout nothing I be rambling On my French Montana I ain't worried about a damn thing But I done seen the struggle And I done seen the hustle When it rains it pours Like a beach is how we treat them puddles Ain't no fucking crystal stair You better keep a pistol near I just wanna make records The same color as Sisqo's hair If I'm being honest I be dropping goat level shit If I'm being modest I'm in love with basic bitches, boy I think they the hottest But they never love me back So, I be sad