Primo

[Verse 1: Levi Hinson]
Debating should I get degrees or give degrees
I need diplomas, and a microphone, a rapper on his knees
A body dropped, they'll probably try to prop up, 'cept for when I pop up
All the wiser, faced my shit like ayahuasca, make ‘em sneeze
When they walk outside and see me, I be fucking beaming
Never plot or scheme, they're simply siamese, I couldn't pick between
It's like a flock of sheep, I drop a beat and they all hop to see
I need my pockets pleased, picked my pocket now they not appeased

[Verse 2: Drew Famous]
I touched more product than I ever thought I would
I'm from the woods, take a lot before I’m going Hollywood
Wish I would, wish a motherfucker would, but he can’t
Saw him trip over the exit sign, get too high for the stands
I’m the damn boy, never been the man, been too paranoid
Camera catch me wylin’ I might lose my whole advance boy
Never played the game, the game played too much
I’d fade a couple motherfuckers if they say too much
And I ain’t lazy, faded, tryna move my bank out to the Caymans
Ain’t it crazy how I came this far and never let it phase me, rate it
Call it what you want, been pressin’ collars from the start
I got a lot up on my heart, but they be taking it too far
And it ain’t serious, but it’s a problem once you call it one
Call me up, I’ll call 'em, I promise we’ll have a lot of fun
Wylin’ for respect, but I’ll be wylin’ more than that
If they ain’t give me what I asked then everybody gettin’ clapped and that’s a fact yeah

[Chorus: Andrew Mulat]
Yeah, I can never flex too big in this thing
I can never fly too high aeroplane
Yeah, I can never flex too big in this thing
I can never fly too high aeroplane
Yeah, I can never flex too big in this thing
I can never fly too high aeroplane
Yeah, I can never flex too big in this thing
I can never fly too high aeroplane

[Post-Chorus: Chuck Francis]
Iced out, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice
Stay cold, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice
Iced out, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice
Stay cold, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice

[Verse 3: Kevin Hackett]
Slip the keys in the car, play the beat in the AUX
Make me even the odds, facin’ me and my God
Cuttin’ me off, don’t
In the zone like Carlos
Interscope finna call though
When my hit goes to the stars bro like apollo I’ll be too gone
Waited to drop for too long
Been featured on 2 Drew songs
My week is gone worked too hard on my two jobs and school dog
Gotta put my crew on
Gotta pay my rent soon
Young kid get a move on
Better move on, my
Culdesac’s on my back
Start a brand with my bro
All my foes dead to me
Just so I have no enemies
Making it has no recipe
I know that cash won’t get to me
I know I’ll never be ready to die
Until I do something you will remember me by

[Verse 4: Andrew Mulat]
Your boy corduroy, young psilocybin
Vibin’ I’ll spit inspirin’ shit ’til my retirement
I just need space, I just need to get some rhymes in
But violence is transpirin’ in my environment
Fuck that shit
I'mma need my vitamins, BR
I’ll just make beats, I don’t care about PR
Losing where my beats are, shit
In the trash can, on a lexar
Never mind that I keep beats on an SD card
They movie scores I ain’t make this shit to see them booties droppin’ to the floor
Andrew, what you scared of all them cooties for?
Damn, yeah that’s that shit I’d actually do before
Asking kids like what you rollin’ doobies for
Fuckin’ precious
On some next level penmanship I’m talkin’ dextrous
Volatile, hella venomous this is my entrance
All the while, y’all stay pessimistic
Do your thing, but I’d say that it’s best to stick, to your lane bitch

[Post-Chorus: Chuck Francis]
Iced out, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice
Stay cold, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice
Iced out, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice
Stay cold, mickey on the rocks
Nice, midnight Disney on ice