Yeah, I woke up this morning and put on my fit

On some typical white boy shit

Khakis and white socks, black kicksI ain′t sleepin' fourteen hundred mins

Tan, cos, it′s a sin, I was up all night studyin' trig'

Took my exam and said bye to my clique

I wonder if Mr. Smith knows I′m lit?

I wonder if Mr. T knows that I keep a stick?

In my pencil case I got a grip

Keep it on me even when I piss

Head on a swivel like moms with they kids

Yes, I keep it on me while I′m pissin'

One in the head in case my opps dissin′

If I have a bad day and I'm missin′, got some extra ammunition

'Cause a Carti on my wrist, got a Rollie on my left

I got friends that′ll switch, I'm just waitin' ′til they step, step

I got a TEC in a tеch, haha, so don′t make me upset

You just losin' monеy in the street

Dice, cards, you can′t bet on yourself

I just want the money, give a— about the fame

Wasn't wit′ me in the rain, then she cannot be my main

I don't like her attitude, she do it for her gang

I′m married to the game, only hundreds in my— grrah

They like, "Mabu, you cap in your rap"

How you know what I did?

Slide through the T's and I'm yellin′ out, "Poop Gzz", I really rap what I did

If he cap about buyin′ a feature, I load up his balance and switch out his SIM

Yes, I know I'm a kid, yes

But tell me I′m cappin', I′m poppin' your lid

They say Mabu′s a industry plant, haha, are you dumb or you high?

I just bodied a beat while recitin' pi, your life is a lie

Try to set me up on a hit wit' a chick, ha, I′m cuttin′ that line

Goodbye

Grrah-grrah

I'm not a cop, I′m not a cop-cop-cop

'Bout time they know who runs this shit, grrah

Gang-gang-gang