Uh Y'all not ready Say Wynne Uh Let's go Put the kids to bed, I'm 'bout to fuck the game I don't want the kids to hear these rappers yell their mother's name Y'all rather ask to see my back end, we could've split the back end Smoking Black & Milds, I'm smoking packs of producers I wanted packs from Half rum-half lime, it's halftime, I'm Ant Sim' Nine threes in the third, rocks falling like landslide And nobody can stop me, they copy and paste I slide on home plate before I tread on a mill I feel like I'm walking in place I was popping in blanks, burning tapes through my awkward phase Hop on the stage, hoping the audience would follow my page Now Tik Tokers dropping rhymes, look like the login has changed Y'all can't carpool with me, you're clogging the lanes The dog's out the cage, I'm not really phased Blood suckers bite my style gon' taste the garlic and sage Charge the game, I'm 'bout to drop an album Tell the stream farmers to harvest before the rain Starving for the fame, are we? Got my paw print on the game, doggy King Kongy, making my way up to empire Our embers don't burn from the same fire Blowing bags like a bagpiper Rap better than the headliner Rip the pitchfork out the grip of a temp rider Been nicer than y'all since I left the all-men cyphers in spin cycles, the ill adviser Last night like trippin' off the psilocybin, it's still inside me Thought I heard Shadeur Sanders tell me it's the perfect timing You can't stop it, handing out L's, feelin' philanthropic Bobby pinning my bangs they're slick back like Millie Bobby Y'all don't promote good shit then have a Twitter pity party Talking 'bout hip-hop's this and that, y'all need to get a hobby Underground's been king since Playboi Carti was Milly-Rocking Yeah Don't let up on 'em, Wynne In seat 26C finishing in Dilla Time and Thinking 'bout how the plane fuel is killing climate And no matter how you protest, they'll try to vilify it Watch another pillar rising, I entered my prime six years ago Somehow I'm still inside it Nice on the beat 'cause my parents taught me to kill with kindness Can't get the green off top my mind, I look like Billie Eilish Hang up emcees and take their mics, I'm out here drilling pilots Sit in silence and tuck their tails, love from my GOATs So I must've done something well, ain't hard to tell I'm armored well, seasoned vet, I'm peppering Popovich Offering scholarships off the bars to Harvard, Yale, I'm not for sale I'm off the scale, I'm not gon' fail At times I fell like I didn't have the time to feel I was in the gym, instead of eating meals, I was shedding skin, had to let it peel I was tryna swim, had to grow the gills Flyin' by the wind Rode off all the wheels, wonder where I been I been sitting still, getting sturdy, twin, shit is not a drill I really do what I say, it's in my DNA Flowers at my feet, they gotta sweep this ledge I been eating every time I sit down and the booth look like a pizza place And putting on for Portland like I played at Weber State, come on That's right