OFFTHEDOME!

What's up with your homie, he actin' fake, I can't mess with him

It's just me and myself and God, askin' him to forgive me for my sins

I don't really need no friends, pull up in a Jeep, fold deep, oh not you again

Ain't nobody servin' my peace, just me and my bands

Arms get so tired cause I'm countin' up right with my hands

You flexin', you got a model till you find out that that ho' was trans

Flexin', like you got all these cars, but you ain't even got a lamb

And I ain't got one to, but at least I ain't cappin

Every time I'm on a track, I'm never cappin', I'm just rappin

Uh, and if I ever cap, it's just wordplay, but I don't never play