Road Trip

I packed for the long run
When I started this music "ting"
I didn't pack for a day job, or
Pack for a night out
I packed for the long run
I ain't stopping til' I got a whole lot to fall on
I got my ball on
I got my balls on the game head
You ball on the game man
I teabag after a win, I guess nothing changed man
I'm such a changed man, cause' I'm about my change, man
Aye, what's up?
To the girl that ghosted me, suck my nuts
I'm so up dawg
We so up dawg, like a bad joke
And you so broke dawg, like a bad nose job

I tend to go hard, without the rhino
Peasant, always in a downward spiral
Y'all all straight garbage with perfect spinals
I know, you lost all your tiles
This a chess game, check your vitals
I know, you would cop my vinyls
Please don't act like I can't go viral
I do еverything in perfect timе-o
"I got a boyfriend" you buggin'
Cause I know that he didn't make "LUGGAGE"
Or "EGO'S VILLAIN", is he even really buzzin'?
He can't do anything I can't do or doesn't
Really girl I does it, does it, does it
Does what? Everything they really say I wasn't
I remember in eighth grade
A classmate told me I wouldn't be anything
In four years plus, I'm probably making more than her
And her Moms
And her Pops
And her Dad
And her dog
Long story short
I'm the bomb
On God