Junk food (that junk)

Give me that junk food (that junk)

I put jerk sauce on that fried chicken

And watch Kung Fu

*****, I'm in a lean state

Think I'm in a drunk mood

So you're tryna make a clean slate?

*****, you drunk too

*****, this Junk Food

I roll with the G's back in Africa

My lyrics, they're colder than Canada

You rappers can't speak my vernacular

This is bigger than music, I'm big in the fa*****on

About to be big on the telly

None of you *****s are ready

*****, I'm done with these *****s already

King of the, king of the ting, yeah, I'm taking the spot

Chatty patty rappers saying a lot

First they keepin' it real, they ain't making no pop

Next thing you know it, they're making the pop

I ain't treating these pagans, these pagans get blocked

I've seen these girls getting naked a lot

I hear these *****s are making a loss

2020, we gon' still be on top

Selling that junk food

*****, it's live O

I'm selling like Kygo

Dumi, that's my bro

I turned the riff into raff, fell in love with the money

I stick to the math

And I'm still addicted to rap

Yeah, I've got the gift of the gab

Look what I did with the deal

Turned 150 racks to a meal

***** your emotions, man, ***** how you feel

Show them it's possible, show them what's real

You think you're bad cause you listen to Future

But you ain't got one thing yourself

You can't even come out your shell

Blud, I can tell, I can tell

Man have done too many handshakes

Understand when a man's fake when he's shaking mine

And I done too many mixtapes

And I weren't a swagger jagger rapper

Got a blatant lie

Man got a ticket on a pay and display

Such a bait mistake, never paid that fine

Do it for the Insta, do it for the Vine

Look, my seat recline on my Calvin Klein

Junk food

Mic check, one-tw