By All Means (Welcome)

[Verse 1:]
Bless a beat like a nose just made mucous
And I do it like a new school Frank Lucas
Gettin’ high, ‘cause I make elevate music
Hey stupid, I’ma kick it daily till my bank boujee

Lucrative, superkid, on some goofy shit
You got a bitch, but I stay comin’ through with six
On the stoop, shooting hoops, till I fooled a bit
Made a song, got a buncha views, and quadrupled it

I’m well-suited for a suit and a tie
A school student with a movement and a mood from the Chi
And I, got something to share with you
It’s an album

You could rip it up, get a literal physical copy
And I can ship it with intentions of you spitting and pissing up on it
Or in distinction, you can skip on the litter
And bump the tape up in the whip like books on tape for illiterates

You could share it on a platform, Instagram or Twitter
I’d consider maybe Tinder, but that’s bad form
If you’re courageous, you can try all three
And if you wanna throw shade, hey, by all means