park in a handicap space
my gma tag above the wheel
we don't even talk on the daily
I aint got time to kill
star of the fam like partridge
I aint even dance forreal
just got spotlight to steal
build up my price to ceil (ling)
that glass stained with containment
my ancestors blood that spilled 
run it back them issues (tennis shoes) serious
that's why my feet pharrell (for real)
I call my bills Williams cus them bitches is proper feel
my term aint prince but no pauper like grading my paper mid
no stressing second guessing contesting steady the weapon
tip your stetson to him flexing on record or get peppered
niggas salty as Kevin since ed and eddy been bestin
applying pressure and wrecking o leave your jaw to your necklace (surprised)
I flowing like tide, light up my conscious start to spark,
fuck all them phonies not my homies all my real ones on my arc
couple of seasons regretting, missed my passion confession,
fished for reasons no catching, imma steam em with veggies
skipped eating breakfast to catch up with shit I aint invest in
now I'm copping vests with bananas to keep the public guessing
depressed my therapist, bitch we both sick...
they say money talk lately I been quite the chatterbox
guess my confidence was shot now it rocket to the top
guess to autumn I'm the opposite, blow them papers to my stock nigga
they said the bars would flop
they said I wouldn't rock
said I won't be sick until the swine fl(u)ew, shit
now we floating bricks past the piggies to the crew (and)
now I got some bitches whipping chicken noodle soup
up in the kitchen cus I'm cold, sore throat, fever too
pull up all blue copped a cap to match the shoes
fuck your fashion and your captions with your snaps that don't be matchin
my court winning, auditory product erupt, record Guinness, 
bass leave you grimacing
finished

Saint Oz