Penne Alla Vodka Tsu Surf

[Verse 1]
I was at the red carpet, where was you?
They rap about lies like they don't care for truth
I could rap about my bodies but I spare the youth
Just copped some new big shit that I don't care to shoot
Fuck around and hear that gun sound in relapse
I hit the gun connect like "Yo, I need three MACs"
Then hit my homies, "Any beef? Well, where they be at?"
But… like, who'd really wanna see that?
Cause we could talk about it
Might talk about this chain and this watch
It's expensive, but don't really explain what I got
Or what I did for this shit here
Cost way less bands than it did for me to get here
Losses wound more than wins heal, ain't shit fair
Told that bitch "I don't care" and don't care if that bitch care
Stress'll have me somewhere thinking like "how I get here?"
Blunt blowing while I sit here
Thinking "damn, how I get here?!"

[Hook]
Still believe in choppers
Still would do a nigga proper
I'm just thinking out loud
I'll take a penne alla vodka
In the Hennessy hopefully it's a remedy
Just praying they'll remember me
I'm just praying they'll remember me
And hopefully, they'll remember me