I got suspended in fifth grade For what they found in my backpack Ever since then I decided to fill up a jean-pocket instead We got a steep tolerance, 3 bottles a head My bro just reached profit again He was down but now he's and esteemed doctor with meds My grandma keeps calling again She got dementia, so I gotta remind her she's talking to ben And ben sings songs that he penned And ben reads, draws, and directs She remembered and cracked a big smile Ahh the rich grandchild The pants are hand-created and styled Can't stress, we stand idol Stand prepped, and stand filed Money didn't just stretch It had a cramp, stretched, and ran miles My girl prefers the type of date Where a man's dressed with glam and style And I prefer the type of drunk Where I can't text and can't dial Might give this amex to my grandchild I don't live like I used to when I was less established But I still do got a kitchen drawer Full of them ketchup packets Cuz I still got messy habits And I still like girls who tend to lash out Now they just got some more expensive lashes And they got more sense of fashion But I still stay dressed in black with something oversized To remind me of the shirt my father left me as a kid Before the soldier died... R.I.P. He was a writer too, but not like me I'm the type of writer to treat my secrets like everyone's business My ex a musician and all we do is trade subliminal petty-ass disses So when she drop, I'm the first or second to listen I give the girl so many streams I should sign her to 'never too different' I literally would, she really fucking good My crib is in the woods, my whip be getting looks I'm not even a car person, just a sentimental dude I'm trying to wife a German To make my German whip feel understood I'm trying to wife a Swiss girl So my hoodie feel less alone and more at home The shot numb me so well I almost thought it was cortisone When I'm on tour alone, and I'm depressed before a show I read the comments on shit I've released I screenshot and zoom in to the avatar Of who's the hardest critic on me Usually a man who's old and pale As my oldest and palest uncle Explaining how my flow is a little offbeat Then I picture his child, and that puts me back on my feet The movie I live, I wrote, directed, packaged and streamed Sometimes you gotta step back and just laught at the scene Grey goose in a large seltzer I wanna be god's helper I'm harder to get a hold of So if my cousin got questions about me, my mom tells her I'm trying to text my cousin But she don't get no reception inside of a bomb shelter She got evacuated Makes my reason for not responding feel a bit antiquated Label meetings always go well, but still seem exaggerated But one thing they don't know is That advance money put my sister in a brand new house To stay sober in So even though I was never priority, I still owe them big And even though I'm the best rapper my age I don't promote the shit And I'm open to being wrong But if I'm wrong, let me know who is Goldy bitch