[Verse 1]
I remember, I used to play ball so much
That energetic youth bout to be lit up in this dutch
On some Mamba shit, always come through in the clutch
White boy, trying to get those big bucks, like Milwaukee
Grew up listening to Lupe
Jake Learned gone Ginger-Vitus is the new name
Burlington kids, always got a new artist
Really they washed up and old like Charles Barkley
Man I took a shot, and I never miss
Automatic flow, I don't even need to shift
Started from the projects
Literally man I started from the projects
Was a project, now I'm doing the senior project
Money's not an object
Its an advantage
Covering these rich lies like a bandage
Contemplating the problems with the troubled youth
Like what you think your grandmama would say to you?
About your alleged drug use
Your views are obtuse
And that selfish shit has no purpose
Think you got off the hook doing community service?
You being a "boss" has you being a servant
Lawdy Lawdy, just bought me a new pair of Jordans says the kid who probably shoplifted em
Cause getting a job is too difficult
Its real shit you can't even understand
Like that blonde chick with a good tan

[Verse 2]
This my single shit, not for resale
Just put the deposit in the mail
Now all I have to do is not fail
But me failing is like Helen Keller not reading brail
I heard your bread is light n stale
While mine broke the scale
Coming from a whole new place I'm bout to kill the game
Just a ginger youngin trying to make a name
Not talking bout the fame
Just enough to keep my fam straight so have faith
I'm close, I'm telling you I'm close
Pretty soon I'm bout to be on a tear like D-Rose
Keep you on your toes while your girl is on her knees
Bet I steal her from ya like a suicide squeeze
She easy to please
I guess that say something
Like Drake when he was coming up
Special occasion expect a button-up
Tie is too serious and I'm a funny guy sure nuff
Never been tough
But with the way I rhyme words its enough
Never made it off of luck, shit I never made it either way
Like Shaq trying to shoot a fade
Keep a look out for that Pak tape
Finna kill everything in the game
After this shit nothing gonna be the same
Blunt got me Pacin' back and forth like Indiana
These words like a camera