New Wynnie I probably shouldn't say anything But fuck it, off adrenaline Fuck this whole industry Just wanted that to settle in Ladies and gentleman If you trust, I'll make it evident There's cypher basements on every coast that I've been vetted in (come on) My friends telling stories about pedaling And beef over bucks, it's all venison (God damn) And that time they got busted 'cause so and so was ahead of them, uh (nah, run that shit back) 'Cause most of my experience was ducking taunts from letterman's You think I'm good at talking shit now, I was better then I've been crafting my 16's to donuts, no Krisp' Kreme I was working while you sleeping like Kris Kring' (workin on it) That's my Sistine But it's all risk free Took a while for boys to try to kiss me Still never turned into a pick me Put my wall up 'til one boy knocked one brick free And fucked it up for the rest of you Good luck tryna convince me (don't come near her) I'm a Taurus and my mom was a lawyer So I know to never be anybody's informant I tell kids I rap, they ask me "What rhymes with orange?" (dumbass question) Like I said, all they can do is forage (God damn) Listeners rarely read between the chorus They're malnourished But I need my vases filled Barry Bonds at bat and all my bases filled I could save their mothers life and they'd hate me still Y'all love drama, please don't confuse it with some Gangsta Grillz Turn the camera on like Killa Cam and let's make a film I provide the meals like I'm Trader Jill's I know they're tryna drown me out, but I trade for gills Fuck the blogs, nobody cares how The Fader feels (come on) People pirating music again, nature heals Comb Tryna flip these 16's to a major deal Y'all just so lucky that she gon' bless the track