[Verse 1: TomArts]

Lames try to jock me Beats from japan Big ups to Bun Kayabe
Verses never sloppy Fly as hell lil nigga watch me
Lil niggas copy But the paper wasn't carbon I gotta eat
My whole crew starving Mundane martian but my minds with Marvin
Not Gaye But You Got To Give It Up
Hannibal Lector now show me whose brunch
Your fake outside makes you easy to crush
Leave the just bones And then turn those to dust
What can I say im feeling myself
Cleanest in the room feeling like wealth
Im fly quietly You can call it stealth
Tryna stack money tall Scott Van Pelt
Walk in these shoes and see how it felt
I mixed two decks These are the cards I was dealt
No breaks or pauses Fair warning for you to be cautious
The way I rock the mic Might make you nauseous
My hoes be so gorgeous
Smells like a rose from the florist
My old head said try not to look such like a tourist
So we stuck out like sore thumbs
Never seen us like green plums
Ladies ask Arts why you so hung
I reply its less work for your tongue
Ill snatch a milf But you know I like em young
I guess its just more fun
Model chicks with skin like air ones