scores and spaghetti

No tags on the rental, keys open doors and bricks open windows

Still well familiar with these street fundamentals down to do whatever just to keep up the tempo

Fuck the pronouns, shit, I'm actually him

I just had to get my balance back, I'm back in the gym

Had to put the Margielas up and I'm back in my Timbs

Brody never question me whenever I ask him to spin

I love to battle cause I'm good at war, I double back just to settle scores

There's no cap in my rap, I don't just pack the shit with metaphors

I left a whole stack inside mummy dresser drawer

Glitter never made it clean, it only made it bling

And everything ain't always what it seem, name viral and I never been a meme