[Verse 1: BrivnRey]
I was a lame
Way before I started writing flows
I get no hoes I'm not the same faggot that you knew it for
Never mind, that bitch Michael Kors
I was trynna rap, but that lesson wasn't on the curriculum
Kick, snare, rim
Yeah I know you feel these fucking drums
Coke in your gums got you feeling numb
Im killing 'em like Terio
Banging in your stereo
I been had raps, bruh. UOENO
Sorta pop flatter than Miley's Ass at the VMAs
I don't play. Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do
I gotta perfect my flow
I can even spit it fast, or
I can spit it slow
You're at home, not doing shit
Tweeting your life away
One thousand tweets a day
Corrupt Politicians talking bullshit on TV just to collect their pay
Welcome to the USA
Ammunition for the mission
I'm making a killing
Do you feel what I'm feeling?
We are all damaged children
I got more bars than Danny had zannies
Baby, I'm just trynna see you in your favorite panties
(send my the n***s)
[Verse 2: Sebastian]
Throw me in the dungeon I'm calling out my new class
'cause school is like prison and these kids are all up in my ass
They said I couldn't freestyle, I need to start acting bad
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99 problems all gone in this joint
I'm not dropping ash in ashtrays I hope you getting the point
Money drugs and sex make the world go round
We live in a colorless world with smiles upside down
I'll take a ? and bury it under the ground
Now me and Brian are like Jake and Finn up in this bitch
We got dreams to pursue we plan on making it big
Don't try to stop us or we'll lay you like a baby in it's crib
It's time to swim in the riches
Except I feel like a Dri-Fit ? or maybe a shark
That's really hungry and hasn't had it's weed spark
He's kinda grumpy
He's feeding off his ? so I guess you can say you lucky