My first memory of a smartphone was not the hottest ringtone

Or the games I was always kinda schooled on (Uh-huh)

Ten years old, there was a naked woman on my father′s new phoneDidn't say I saw it, I always thought he knew though (He knew)

I never was too religious

I always thought of God like: "Who knows?"

I′d want a lot of proof shown

The only thing that was Jewish about me was my last name

And the Holocaust and Jew jokes at the lunch table

I was always cool though

My job got me a bankroll, I'm not coppin' a lake home

That ride already bait hoes

Bad cops walking the same road

My pop taught me to hate those (Fuck those)

I just emptied the pipe on the bitch like Draino

My mom′s job had her late home

So mom brought me a plate home

Both my grandpas are dead, put this on top of the gravestone

"My grandson is a rap star, so the last name got a ring to it"

They both probably trippin′ now when they see what I bring to it

What you bring to it?

Wet pussy by the light behind the curtain

Paper towel wrapped around her thigh absorbing it (Ah)

I'm the type who likes to learn shit

I almost left tonight to slide to her crib

Till she ask me what Tech N9ne is like in person

(I′ve never met him)

I got head at 12 but 17 I was a virgin, too shy to put the work in (Yeah)

Then I turned 18 and toured the world with a headliner

And I was fucking more than the headliner

I was adored by the headliner

Even fucked those two bitches together,dawg

That shit was too much for me, I had to take December off

2022 I'm healthier, I got my head screwed on

I gotta be alone for a lil′ bit, I gotta leave home for a bit

I got a clean phone like a kid clearing the history thinking he swift

I know a couple of people who wish

I never level up, leavin' up with nothing to do

Except diggin′ up whatever they can be diggin' up

Making them think that I did you dirty or some, huh?

You 30 or some? Have you a little boy

Or a little girly, or some, huh?

I was wordy when I was young

I was good at English class but I wasn't nerdy, it was just fun

I came to school high and after school was when I got drunk

I was the first weed smoker at my grade

So my older homie bought me a scale

And taught me how to weigh

I used to call it a quarter even though it was a eighth

Word got around so I had to cut the con out like I′m Ye

Bitch, I prefer my head with a OutKast tape in the background

Coach that break when her round ass shake in my lap now

Found in a house that came with a tall valet and a wild crowd

′Cause I now rap name, bring a loud ass gang to a quiet town

Halloween I traded candy with my sister

I preferred the peanut butter shit, now she prefer her Benz

And I prefer an even dumber whip

Not religious, speaking in tongues and shit

It's ironic if she look like an R&B bitch, she get ushered in

Federal prison, mom used to be scared she′d see her son in it

Now her son's rap money feed the government

My sister got a favorite rapper so I grew up looking at all his merch

I′m with him now, I promised an autograph for her

I got me a lot with rapping words

Thank God that I got a passion for it

That body inspired me, if I fucked that girl

I'm dropping a project afterwards

Stay a broad but she not a traveler

She got that fire pussy, the Hellcat, Dodge Challenger

Come to the place, it ain′t really far

How I'm fucking up the face like painting Picasso, though

Jumping up ranks so much in the bank, they gave me a job role

I'm in a literal million dollars worth of game like Gillie and Wallo

Single again but Vivienne West′s on the shirt though

I bought it for what it′s worth, bro

And that's a tax write-off ′cause that's my work clothes (Right)

Sapphire is my birthstone, so is each verse though

Funny how the world go

Balenciaga, big shirt that can fit Big Bird but it′s comfy

That bitch still put the kid first like Cudi

Big thirst for the money, quick turns in the whip

Make the whip groan like it's hungry

Insurance got a upwards curve, must be ′cause the kid swerve

Through the city's curves like it's funny

It works if you love me ′cause if she give birth

The bitch permanently lucky (Ah)

Still lurk through the country touring

Sweep the floor and I′m like the intern for the company

No quick purchase gon' quench my thirst

I′m too hungry

Call around, my energy is profit now

Relationships? I'm opting out, I′m open like the waffle house

I was getting calls, bro: "Why you ain't active?"

"Got your first major label project out, what happened, dog?"

Fuck worrying about sales

I′m just trynna worry about what God about

Like He finally let me drop my fucking album, I'm lucky

Week later He gon' take my pops from me

Momma called me, I was in Hollywood

I fell to the floor and my homie caught me

She gave me the news, I couldn′t breathe

I just felt outta body, flew home for the funeral

I came back with an angel on me

He texted me saying he′s so proud

I ignored it, California had me out

Now what I'ma say when my people tell me: "Come back home"?

I′m 'bout to do this for my dad, bro