DESCENDANT Lyrics

Hard work was my calling, common descendant of Ted Lester

Mama knew I'd be a baller, but I'm not playing with Wess Dressler

Now I'm covered in green, but I was never really uniform

It's about as believable as a sighting of a unicorn

They say karma's a bitch

Well whoops, I just undressed her

Everybody said they tryna be the best, well, I'm tryna be the bester

Saying "fuck these bitches", you might think I'm shooting porn

But I destroy these bridges in true disaster movie form

My type is quite bold, no Microsoft Word

Often switching positions, watch how I'm flipping the (bird)

Need the gravy without the cheesy shit, so I tell 'em "hold the curds"

But these nerds' routine is poutine, I wonder when they'll learn

Anyone who tries to hold my spark eventually gets burned

Been putting in the work, regardless what you heard

We doing backflips to climb the hill, like how we used to play Worms

I don't dap hands with gross fucks, claiming I care about germs

Like the Lorax, but I hold axe cause I'm protecting my green

To a rude attitude I don't give a fuck about being mean

One of me is equal to like 2 and a half men, I'm on my Charlie Sheen

And you don't know a thing if you only know the old me

24 plus more, when I drive I'm like Kobe

I stay guided, like a missile when it heat seeks

Leave my bodies like John Gotti, it's "murder" on the scene

And if she said she'd bring her friends then I "murder" the whole team

Even though I got the loafs I'm like a baker with a big bread order

(What you mean?)

"I gotta make some dough"

I open up doors, all the hoes know I'm cordial

Casper and Kibosh, every battle I have is GHOST-to-GHOST