Yo, this Service Merchandise shit, this is crazy Yo, y'all be wilin' out, man Like, y'all come with these whole outer space concepts, man Sounds, sounds intentional I'm so curious, like, how do y'all come up with this stuff? Like, what is the process? Whiskey Look at Mikey, he likes it Another whiskey Look at Rifty, he fights it Another whiskey Any whiskey? No, I'm picky, but I'm thrifty So I'm open to a new one if the bartender convince me Look at Davey, he writes it Over the beat, child actor designed it It's not a race, if it were it'd be relay No sound of space, on Earth it's just a DJ He say, she say, they say, we say Check the cover, this ain't Eastbay Service Merch is sourced and purposed Newer than the first day of the month is Truer than the arrow North on a compass I hate assumptions but assume that y'all gon' love this Turn up the playback 'til neighbors bring the ruckus Motherfuckas La la la la I am gracious, I am given I play team sports, I play support I am all sorts, I have no type I can peace make, I can street fight I can break hearts, I have false starts I see all parts, I won't depart I am spiteful, I'm delightful I will break you but I won't fight you I despise you, but I might like you I'm replaceable, I'm untraceable I'm invincible, I am legend I am six of one, I am pixie dust, I am heaven I have Dante's ring, I have devils I have cherubims, I'm excitable, I'm depression I am Legion, but I am weapon La la la la One two, one two I'm out the game, two flagrant fouls I'm out the world like baby Kal-El I'm untrained I can play the cowbell I farm me and I harvest often I'm hearin' things, or is JARVIS talkin'? Can you direct me to your largest Walkman? I'll convert it to the hardest coffin I'm a genius to some people I unseam like a dung beetle My asking price would stun people The mutual funds, I'm unequal I'm known to whistle while I'm grave walkin' I call it down like Graymalkin When Deebo leaves, I stay talkin' Had to fuck to Texas, make Austin Catch me in Inglewood jaywalkin'