Kidding

This song is written to the people that don't fuck with me
And luckily for me there’s lot of content sitting comfortably
Behind a keyboard, fingernails that ain't been cut for weeks
Probably sitting pissy-panted, chummy in some dungarees
They talk about me like they know me well
Like their words gon make me recognize I won't propel
That zero under your name, faceless
Don’t mean a thing to me
So if I see you publicly possibly treat you like Adele
Go easy on ya
My flow greasy like chicken parmеsan
Too sleazy like big pharma
Deviatе your septum with these bars
Do big harm
The pen like a trident when i Neptune a verse
Heavy and hard to carry careers down Cary Street
There's an incline and the ride can barely fit all of you mini-mes
And I got tendency that became habit
If I see you in the cypher come rare and I promise you're leaving well done

Leaving nothing alone but inhibition at home
This isn't surface level
Deep in my bones
Blessed by somebody to turn led into song and
When I make a bit of bread
I have always been prone to break it
Amongst the people that created a throne for us to sit in
Don't be a sit in
Look at me, young homie
Are you kidding
Who am I kidding
I just speak for the ones that want to
Damned and artful
I can't believe I'm at where I'm at
Y’all all that
Y’all all that, huh
Don't spend on the ones that forgot you
Random, thoughtful
I knew you’d be right at where ya at
Ya all that
Run it back

It ain't debatable
I could get into specifics
If I did how would I make this shit relatable
I'm tryna cater to ya
If I make up a word that's when you listen
If I don’t, common Chandler Ls
Making me wanna write better
No one taught me how to put a pen to paper
Not the way that y'all have
Friday night I sip out of a brown paper bag
A spicy comment on my work will send me back to the pad
I'm on the train with it
I'm on the bus
I'm on a plane with it
Typing notes, writing jokes
Stay in the right lane with me
Coffee stained paper
Driver definitely tipsy, but FlixBus is cheap
And quicker than a 10 speed
Like I could make it 12 feet, but I would try if y'all were standing
Sitting one deep like Charlie Bucket with your ticket
To see lil ol' me
God damn, what a sweet dream

Leaving nothing alone but inhibition at home
This isn't surface level
Deep in my bones
Blessed by somebody to turn led into song and
When I make a bit of bread
I have always been prone to break it
Amongst the people that created a throne for us to sit in
Don't be a sit in
Look at me, young homie
Are you kidding
Who am I kidding
I just speak for the ones that want to
Damned and artful
I can't believe I'm at where I'm at
Y'all all that
Y'all all that, huh
Don't spend on the ones that forgot you
Random, thoughtful
I knew you'd be right at where ya at
Ya all that