ALASKA

I used to work for people

I made a couple hundred dollars

Wasn't worth it even

I'm worth a hundred thousand

Not dollars but diamonds

I am mud out the bayou

Rip a page out the Bible

Come and crucify me

I'm a long way from home

And this ain't Yellowstone

I trade a white bitch for catfish

And yellow bones

This from the catacombs

This for the broken homes

From the south side of cities

Where my granny home

I moved to California

I bring a Grammy home

I call up the bill collectors

Leave my fuckin' family 'lone

We left the corner store

On the way to caviar

The coupe is mustard colored

What the fuck is Grey Poupon

Young K. A., never quit your day job

I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh

I need the, hard work should pay off, uh

The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh

A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh

These niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh

I'm from the city

Where your neighbors fight back

You talkin' shit, we bring

That work right to your lap

I love my niggas like white people love rap

We make this shit

You'll probably never say I'm trap again

Walk through doors all my life (just to close them)

Torn down walls all my life (is to the other side)

(Uh) Feelin' the brand new feeling

Feelin' the brand new feeling

(Uh) Feelin' the brand new feeling

Feelin' the brand new feeling

(Uh) New feeling, had a new feeling

Brand new feeling

(Uh) New feeling, had a new feeling

Brand new, brand new

Back then when I was hustling

Ain't get no love from them (uh)

I paid my own bills and came up

With the illest shit (uh)

I was tryna find a way

To get my family out of it (uh)

Spent my days in basements

Tryna write a motherfuckin' hit

Nowadays he's stumbling

They show such love to him

I shut it down to every show

I set the precedent

I'm just tryna show these niggas

Life is on some other shit

Keep your head high

Smile when the trouble rumblin'

I don't do what they say

It's unorthodoxed

Like bears sharing the porridge

Just out with Goldilocks

Like Ozzy with no shares

Need to call his parents

So fuck what I'm doing

And fuck these damn critics

You should think for yourself

That shit is cancerous

Give my head rub

My fingers are fuckin' hair models

Middle finger, fuck the air up at all our concerts

Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear hair net

But now my eyes

Ten million by twenty five

Dropped out, a lone star

Booked flight from lone star

Was working a couple jobs

And quit, became a star