[Verse 1]
They should know by now, when I rap I got a reputation
Causin' devastation, I get down for mine
See Tech N9ne fucked around and signed
An individual that's visibly out his mind
It's hard to count the times, how many rappers I've
Massacred, Al Capone, and every day is St. Valentine's
It's Jonny Valiant, I'm the first thing that comes to mind
When you hit the Gwinnett County line
I'm on powder and Crown combined
I like to mix the uppers with the liquor then I switch up
Poppin' the Klonopins, I got me a prescription
Watch out for the rappers tryna plot another stick up
Reminisce the kids in my clique that ain't with us anymore
They ain't live to see past twenty
Tryna see fast money, got they ditch dug early
So no wonder why it's hard to be religious
White boy shit, we ain't hoppin' in a pickup
They depict us to be redneck
Let my bread stack till I'm in a Benz truck, limo tint
Gotta wipe a pimp down with a lint brush
Oh-ee, Louie
Symbol on my shoe, blew two Gs, too clean
Groupies turning up, they wanna fuck
And turn the bus into a nude scene, that's routine
Fuck the YouTube views and your newsfeed
'Cause your whole style is whack
You getting clout nowadays when you sound exactly like another man
I ain't tryna vouch for that
Used to wear button-downs and slacks but now you trap
You strapped but you swear that you down to clash
'Cause mumble rap's in style you be trying hard to sound relaxed
You take words and pronounce them bad
To sound like you have an accent, really that's it?
I never thought I'd use the word "flabbergasted"
It's an exact fit to explain my reaction, like I'm yackin' in a trash bin
I don't use a bunch of ad-libs to distract fans
I combine the real with the metaphors and bars
From the wheel struggling to get a deal
Through the valley in the hills
Like you tryna win the Tour de France
You can't tell me I don't kill shit
Turn me up with the Coupé de Ville feel with a foreign car
Been ten years and I'm still lit
Now my Colorado homies, and it's twenty past four o'clock
It's last call but I got another quart to pop
And I ain't ever wore a cap and gown
But got mass amounts of cash to count
I'm rapping now for spazzing out
So tell 'em when they ask around
They should know by now, when I rap I got a reputation
Causin' devastation, I get down for mine
See Tech N9ne fucked around and signed
An individual that's visibly out his mind
It's hard to count the times, how many rappers I've
Massacred, Al Capone, and every day is St. Valentine's
It's Jonny Valiant, I'm the first thing that comes to mind
When you hit the Gwinnett County line
I'm on powder and Crown combined
I like to mix the uppers with the liquor then I switch up
Poppin' the Klonopins, I got me a prescription
Watch out for the rappers tryna plot another stick up
Reminisce the kids in my clique that ain't with us anymore
They ain't live to see past twenty
Tryna see fast money, got they ditch dug early
So no wonder why it's hard to be religious
White boy shit, we ain't hoppin' in a pickup
They depict us to be redneck
Let my bread stack till I'm in a Benz truck, limo tint
Gotta wipe a pimp down with a lint brush
Oh-ee, Louie
Symbol on my shoe, blew two Gs, too clean
Groupies turning up, they wanna fuck
And turn the bus into a nude scene, that's routine
Fuck the YouTube views and your newsfeed
'Cause your whole style is whack
You getting clout nowadays when you sound exactly like another man
I ain't tryna vouch for that
Used to wear button-downs and slacks but now you trap
You strapped but you swear that you down to clash
'Cause mumble rap's in style you be trying hard to sound relaxed
You take words and pronounce them bad
To sound like you have an accent, really that's it?
I never thought I'd use the word "flabbergasted"
It's an exact fit to explain my reaction, like I'm yackin' in a trash bin
I don't use a bunch of ad-libs to distract fans
I combine the real with the metaphors and bars
From the wheel struggling to get a deal
Through the valley in the hills
Like you tryna win the Tour de France
You can't tell me I don't kill shit
Turn me up with the Coupé de Ville feel with a foreign car
Been ten years and I'm still lit
Now my Colorado homies, and it's twenty past four o'clock
It's last call but I got another quart to pop
And I ain't ever wore a cap and gown
But got mass amounts of cash to count
I'm rapping now for spazzing out
So tell 'em when they ask around
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