52 Pickup

Audyophiles
Audibly watching my style
My rhymes are not making cents
My pennies put my on trial
One time they asked bout my smile
That thing, it got me a job
They like to drool on my door handle like corn on the cob
I wrote a couple new songs
I swear they straight Keke Palmer
They hot as Dylan and Kota, stuck up inside of a sauna
My cousin met them, I'm jealous
I got an Africa necklace
It send me back to the motherland every time I get reckless
This song is simple, I wrote this while I was sittin in class
Just killed a wasp, I'm a hero, but bet I'm not bouta pass
You put some ice on your phone
I call, I'm sending chill vibes
I'll write till he pulls the plug
My inhibitions just died
Oh yeah the new girl too fire
She been the best since I met her
Ice cold she cooler than cool
That's why I always wear sweaters
You wrote a song in a day?
Man how you do it so easy?
I tell em look at my God
Like I'm Aladdin, he genie
How do you see me?
Please tell me how do you see me?
You learned that rap kinda need me
You learned that no one could be me
I like the shoes off of East Bay
Write something new almost each day
Questioned my circle, is he straight?
Dollars on dollars that's cheesecake
Weapon of choice in my pocket
I'mma takeoff like a rocket
God had showed off when he made me
Max contract, he never trade me
Barber only man that fades me
Not like the town I'm not lazy
Sleep with my dogs, you get rabbies
I'm really bout to go crazy
Roll out like I'm on a hill
My brother said I got skills
I’m give my permission to competition
But I’m praying they’re making better decisions