Profound

This that pope church sunday with your kids flow

And I'm the hottest nigga out if you didn't know

I'm a bad, bad man with a big flow

I got the fans in the back on they tippy-toes

We let the kush burn methodic then we rip it slow

I got a main bitch, also got a nympho

Told her, "I love you" but I lied

Like a raisin in the sun, I'm just not a nice guy

Look, I'm just chilling in a penthouse, I'm living life

And if you want to, baby girl, then you could spend the night

Sleep on my shoulder in the cab, marvel at the home I have

And then I clap and we wake up to fluorescent lights

Now you could find me at ferragamo with salvatore

One page ahead, homie, I write original stories

I'm in the house, yeah nigga, corey

At the club celebrate like I'm not the father on maury

Papa skizz says I'm always on my bbm

And the apocalypse is when you'll fucking see me end

I'm graduating, tell my friends I know we going separate ways

But the grammy's is where we'll probably meet again

And now the top off like thugs when it's hot out

Everybody trynna avoid me, nba lockout

Looking for the future, man, I see it in the mirror

These other rappers should go home like tia and tamara said

Tipping valets, camel butts in the ash tray

Last night was a shit show, passed out in the taxi

Girls at shows who claim they are not hoes

I tell her lines at clubs, now we never standing those

Look

A white-black kid from uptown who chose

White-white kids from downtown, how profound

So drink something, smoke something, fuck something

Try to make it, fuck the underground

Sorry harriet tubman

Yeah

I got fans cause I'm hot

Get it?

I got fans cause I'm hot

I got women on speed dial, they say they need myles

And they saying my music's crack, my lyrics need vials

Look, I told my bitch I never regret shit

Cause assholes and douchebags create the best shit

I leave school and walk a couple blocks to georg jensen

Shopping at places that for you are way too expensive

Shits depressing

And me and yaz working hard

Both destined for greatness

Good things come to those who wait and we both are being patient

And casa nova killing it

I'm trynna make a million

And luca could put me on with some models that are sicilian

Writing songs, fully focused on music

Cause changing music, I'm the next one to do it

Champagne glasses and liquor flasks

No need to ask, I'mma keep writing songs up til I pass

Look, did you want the filet mignon or the pasta?

Well, she's a trendsetter- she asked me for the lobster

Aye, ranko told me when you make it, make sure you save some groupies

I told him I'll get diseases if these bitches all have cooties

Haters hate me like alarm clocks on morning mondays

Monday mornings my name ring bells like church sundays

And all my girls in their fashion, we be working the runway

Got a h on my belt, and we ain't talking hyundai

A white-black kid from uptown who chose

White-white kids from downtown, how profound

So drink something, smoke something, fuck something

Try to make it, fuck the underground

Sorry harriet tubman

Yeah

I'm getting love but I try to take it humbly

Cause now just three songs got me buzzing like a bumblebee

High up, waving at all pedestrians under me

Never get cocky, got to stay ethiopian, hungry

Well, fuck it, I'm too ambitious

You just sticking to the block, dawg, you're too indigenous

Said it's getting bread, pigeon shit. I son all you bitches

Yeah, illegitimate

Fuck the dope game, I'm just trynna be dope as fuck

Haters hope I break a leg, but just say I wish you luck

And these haters are the bullies holding on to my lunch

Standing up for a cause, like like I'm rosa on the bus

And if I sound like drake, cudi, and wiz combined

I'm the greatest rapper of all time

Infallible, invincible, living without limits

Making music til I meet the man in white linen

Yeah