Fantastic

Fantastic
Hell of a life
As I'm penning these lyrics
I'm sitting outside on the porch
That Kid is in the building
Kicking it, doing the same shit that I been
Same daily routine
A little weed a [?]
How you been?
Who, me?
I'm doing grand, like 1K
Or one thousand dollars and zero cents
Bitch, I'm doing better than ever
I dropped three hundred to fly to L.A
To see some good weather
Palm trees, summer breeze
[?]
Mrs. Incredible with my money
Man, it keeps stretching
Not a cloud rolls around
Phone blowing up
Ignore it, it's just one of my girls
[?]
Wanna blow up before I grow up
Why, my parents in Michigan
Bought a house before they show up
Marble driveway with a spiral staircase
Shouts to Big Chop
Man, this shit got mad taste
Ain't nobody close to me
I got my own space
They sinking in the ocean
While I'm in outer space
It's That Kid, just another song down
With a life like this
It's just impossible to frown now
Yeah
Shoutout to Big Chop
Chop's the menace
See I'm That Kid