Lay Low

Oh my god, I thought she loved me, damn I'm optimistic
Text my teacher, tell her I'll be late for class, I'm doing business
When I dropped that Wonderland, it sure felt like an early Christmas
No one here can tell me I'm not happy, man, I'm fucking fearless
I got a link in my bio, promo is everything, don't tell me anything
I got my friends outta cryo
You think I'm playing and I think that's interesting
I'm just the happiest kid on the earth and my message is massive, you passive aggressive
Barely pass my classes, for lunch I eat sandwich
No hablas ingles, call me rapper in spanish
I don't have an agent, but I think I'll manage
My last chick was crazier than Thugga ad-libs
You got me on speed dial, but I do not answer it
Too many people, I just cannnot handle it, shut the fuck up, I don't wanna be savage, kid
I'm young and white, got too many advantages, but I stay working so fuck all that cannabis, damn
You don't think I got you, but I do, bro
All the shit these people talking got me going loco
I've been busting hits like music my private pinata
Man your bitch a devil, see she only wearing Prada
That line was corny as fuck
I don't care though, really fucked this shit up
I'm headed for making very big bucks
Fuck all my teachers, they already stuck
Only thank Yeezus, he showed me the cut
And I'm cutting and chopping the track like some bread
Already ate sandwich, I want a baguette
Fuck you and you, pardon my french
I don't even take Ls, I don't even do drugs
I just grab the mic, live in the booth and get my cool up
You don't feel the earthquake, you can't see the ground shake
This my year, I'm good on stage like Drake with all that pound cake
Little homie don't take nothing for granted
Only fuck with bitches who do not come from my planet
Everything's a strategy, you bet your ass I planned it
My heart fucking broken, this is something of a candid
Shredded photographs up in my backpack, don't call me back
She gave me a nickname, but that bitch better not call me that
I been one to fixate on the details, I won't follow facts
Good thing I don't have no pictures of us on my Instagram
My face fucking ugly, that's why I be on the radio
Tryna be like Tyler, so I direct my own videos
Break the glass, I forgot to act fast, so cue the slow mo
I'm not gonna crash on your couch tonight, ain't a hobo
Please just put me in your playlist, I just need a mic forever, stop all the self-hatred
I don't wanna feel my face, neither does she though
I just hope I'm good soon, until then I'll lay low