Turn it up. Remember, man, The Bake Sale, in stores now. Mando, Cool Kids, let's go! Ayo, Mikey, what' up? Yo, I'm doin' the knowledge, Chuck, I'm tryna get full and paid Check this out; since William Morris is our agency, right? Yeah Cara Lewis is our agent Word up C.A.K.E. Recordings is the record company Indeed So, what we rollin' in? I'm rollin' in a Mustang 5.0 So check this out; since we talkin' over this def' beat I put together I wanna hear some of them def' rhymes And, together, we could get full and paid In the shade cats always try to sun me If it's sunny then the shades flip face it Hate is a waste, I'm erasing the bass of the basics Pencil, stencil come trace this I mean, darling copy this Brain slip, put it on a floppy disk Ain't shit, ah - let me clear my esophagus They all throat lozenges, not the cure But for sure they'll stop some shit So put the game on pause, they stallin' darlin' Merlin's magic I toss on rappin' They say they rhymes is all tens that's y'all talkin' To me ya songs is all fours like dogs walkin' Walk with them the hospital a little bed'll probly speed the process A little ritalin for gentlemen who couldn't sip what I step They was doin work I was asleep at my desk Yes, how many z's can he catch? Dressed like he was ready for recess Yes, the same Jordans and the Starter that I had when I was 5 Got em back in my size Said, "Fuck a 9 to 5" 'Cause if I rhyme, I can get paid all the time So no diss to the fish filet Chuck, kick the bass 'Cause I'm full and paid "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" "Got it paid" Aye, man, let's get into this next; this my shit right here, it's called—