Breakfast

I saved my life recreating some soundscapes

You swig a paper bag for long enough and the ground shakes

I sold a couple records not a flex it's a down payment

You know your girl's a fan but she won't say where she found Slake

About that

Moral of story is: we trying, kids

I wasted years tryna figure out why I exist

I tell my managers you need me you can fly my in

I told Keat the family will feed off my likenesses

And I meant that

And I meant that

And I meant that