B.I.M.A.

[Intro]
Look

[Verse]
Prodigal son, product of none
Let me tell you how the story begun
Momma told her kids to shoot for the sun
Sacrifice everything just to be one
Left my employment with limited funds
Simply I'm Diglett, I come from the mud
Print up the hats for a limited run
That put unleaded inside of my Honda
Drove that same Honda straight up to the venue
They show me the bill I'm like "Who on the menu?"
Don't got no rap friends and I don't pretend to
Setting the bar for myself I'm the limbo
Out of my mind, out of my body
I live on through others, behold Captain Ginyu
Give me a sign man, give me a signal
You drew a line but it was in pencil
I drew a line but it was in sharpie
That's why my attitude coming off godly
Altered my vocab and I took out sorry

Unapologetic, uh
Black is my aesthetic, uh
I'm my own investment, uh
Things you never question
We all searching for acceptance, uh

Unapologetic
Black is my aesthetic
I'm my own investment
Things you never question

Unapologetic
Black is my aesthetic
Black is my aesthetic
Black is my aesthetic