You know what I mean? Like, the average dude gotta go out and look for trouble. I be sitting around, minding my own business and dude come up

"Hey, man, you're Dave Chapelle?" Like, "Yeah, what's up, man?" "Hey, I got twelve naked b*****s in a hot air balloon, you tryna roll with me?"

*Laugh*

Check, check.

Check it.

Yo, I hit the jeweler, got some golds.

I sold a lil' ****, but I could never sell my soul.

And when I'm in LA, you find me out in lil' To'.

Kamaboko in my ramen, I'ma need another bowl, let's go.

Yeah, probably roastin' a L.

Probably laid up with lil' shawty, watchin' Ghost in the Shell.

Just a product of Bam Margera and David Chappelle.

Make the music in my heart, I give a **** if it sell.

Yeah, it's hard to be humble when you pull up in a Gundam.

This the s**t that I would dream about when I was younger.

Now I'm dancing on the clouds and they can't pull me under.

It's a long way down, standin' on the edge of summer, yo, aye.

White Zinfandel on my wrist.

Champagne with the chicken strips, lil' shawty my honey dip, yuh.

Spit the flame, *****, I been ablaze, yeah.

I got the sauce, some' like Chick-fil-A, aye.

The train cars appear empty, but they full of my ghosts.

My head is littered with all of these silly wishes and hopes.

Stop a second, try to breathe a minute.

Suitcase with travel size toothpaste and demons in it. (Yo)

Yeah, I try to find the words but then I stumble, I choke.

My head is littered with all of these silly wishes and hopes.

You can only help yourself.

On some Disney s**t, *****, I should wreck it in my Ralph, yo.

They ask me what I do and who I do it for.

I did it for some ***** and a O of dro.

You find me at the crib, I'm just layin' low.

Middle finger to the cops while we blowin' smoke, aye.

We bottle poppin' at the Wingstop.

Eatin' lemon pepper, we're drinkin' C卯roc.

These rappers cappin' and act like this s**t is cutthroat.

But all I see a bunch of p***ies through the blunt smoke, uh.

And you p***ies don't want smoke, yuh.

Saitama with the hands, bro.

You gettin' knocked the **** out with only one blow.

Pullin' up, Rolls Royce, suicide doors.

Retros, Jordan 4's, and my neck froze.

Stealin' flows, it's feelin' like Attack of the Clones.

Just feelin' like Attack of the Clones.

Stealin' flows, it's feelin' like Attack of the Clones, yo.