Alright, hold on

If I was bein′ honestI'd say long as I could fuck three times a day

And not skip a meal, I′m good

I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour

Call my momma like "Momma"

"I ain't makin' minimum wage, momma"

"I′m on, momma, I′m on"

"Now I'm makin′ 400, 600, 800K, momma"

"To stand on my feet, momma"

"Play these songs, it's therapy, momma"

"They payin′ me, momma"

"I should be payin' them"

I should be payin′ y'all, honest to God

I'm just a guy, I′m not a god

Sometimes I feel like I′m a god, but I'm not a god

If I was I don′t know which heaven would have me, momma

Let me run this bitch

I'ma run it into the ground, momma, the whole galaxy

God damn, fuck these lames, they don′t want none

Fuck these lames, they don't want none

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these niggas, they don′t want none

Fuck these niggas

Fuck you niggas

Fuck me if I hated on you

I'ma stick around

I'm gon′ let my nuts hang

Nigga, you got some just like me, don′t you?

Or maybe not just like me, you know I'm Africano Americano

And even if you′re half Japanese, roots run deep

Family tree, throw a big shadow

(Jammin' to the rhythm)

Tech company, please gimme immortality

(It′s a face to face)

I'm goin′ rapidly, fadin' drastically

(Keep me high, Castrati)

(Punani fade the stress)

Yeah, or pull the zip down

Wet your lips first, lick the tip now

(Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway)

Smoke some'n

(Marks on that freeway)

They tryna find 2Pac

Don′t let ′em find 2Pac

He evade the press

He escape the stress

La, da-da-da-da

La, da-da-da-da

La, da-da-da-da

I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up

I know you love to talk

I ain′t on your schedule

I ain't on no schedule

I ain′t had me a job since 2009

I ain't on no sales floor

You say I′m changin' on you

I feel like Selena, they wanna murder a nigga

Murder me like Selena

You must ain't get the memo

I don′t cut bitches no more

But your bitch my exception

Come get her outta my four door

I only got one four door

Remember when I had that Lexus, no

Our friendship don′t go back that far

Tyler slept on my sofa

Yeah, niggas go back that far

I ain't smoked all year

This the last song, so

I′m finna wipe that off

Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar

Ménage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke

′Cause this ain't no work day, she don′t give head anyway

'Cuz what niggas say, that's what she tell her man

What a difference distance makes

Niggas want fight in the streets

Now shit starting to make my hands hurt

Jay hit me on the email, said I oughta act my net worth

Dog, this is chess now, not fetch, I ain′t runnin′ for a nigga

Ain't ran since track meet, that′s the only time I ran from a nigga

You could change this track now

Could've changed this bitch a long time ago

Know and know

Know and know

Shout out to Hollygrove, I′m from that 7th though

Twins know and Lance know

Clark know and Matt know

Shit went 180 on me, please, run that back though

Tucks 'til 24

You say some shit about me?

On God he grabbed me

Had this nigga like...

Mikey Alfred: Make sure you speak up

Ryan Breaux: Okay

Mikey: What′s your name?

Ryan: Ryan

Mikey: Yo, aye be quiet

What's your name? What do you do?

What's your first memory?

Ryan: The first word I learned to say, or that I ever said

Mikey: What′s the most amazing thing you′ve ever witnessed?

Unknown: Uh, hell no

Unknown: You're not gonna make it, are you?

Ryan: Friendship and how it controls the world

Mikey: Hahaha, alright, um

What three superpowers do you wish you had?

They say they have to be...

Ryan: Flying, super strength...

Mikey: Alright, what′s your name?

Unknown: Maybe we can get a little, a little bit

A little bit, a little bit

Ryan: I wish I could sleep without, like

Being dead but forever at the same time

Mikey: Yo, what, what's, what′s the... stop, stop, stop

Unknown: What you mean bro?

Ryan: ...and ships could fly

Buildings would be very, very tall and everyone won't...

Unknown: That′s fucked up

Mikey: Okay, start over right now

Best thing about being me is I got a nice set of frames

Pretty clear mind, I feel like sometimes...

Sage Elsesser: Probably, uh, being great

Ryan: I think a lot, a lot, too much. Sometimes I'm very...

Mikey: Talents, got any secret talents?

Ryan: I don't think so,

I′m pretty open and all in everything that I do

Sage: Talents? Um, I can play the theremin...

Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome

No, actually, no, fuck him. Um, I don′t know

Probably Dill 'cause he doesn′t have to do anything at all

Just sits inside his house

Mikey: What's your name?

Sage: Sage Elsesser

Mikey: What do you do?

Ryan: I play soccer and I go to school

Um, I wanna be better at skating

Unknown: It′s probably... really high

It's super high, I tried to land, like, a handstand or something

Mikey: Alright, that′s it...

Sage: I spend a couple hours with my family

And I go out and do everything that I ever thought about trying

Mikey: How far is a light year? How far is a light year?

Unknown: A second