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Written by: Ben Haggerty, Joshua Budo Karp, Tyler Andrews
Produced by: Budo
Mixed By: Jordan Santana
Mastered By: Dale Becker

LYRICS:
Ah nah nah
Ah nah nah

Well I’m an alleycat, some say a dirty rat
On my side is my gat but I’m lying about that
Still bumping Buckshot
Trench coat all in matte black
Hat with the curls banging right out the back
Facts
I dive in
Open eyelids, fuck a silence
Big pharma rest in piss
And get the Heisman
Look in my iris, see the trips where I’ve been
Anti pill bottle, pro psilocybin
Still buying bootleg Gucci from China
Donate most but still throw it on consignment
Red carpet, Jeff Goldblum’s behind us
And they ain’t got a clue that these ain’t real diamonds

Don’t turn me back to the old me
Backpack, rapping and battling back in Oly
I was studying the Carter one right after ‘03
Marinara brick oven on the terrace with the goat cheese
You flatbread from Panera, don’t approach me
Coasting
David Blaine on that beat, floating
OGs, don’t make a motherfucker OD
That outfit, that’s a no for me
If you’re going to do drugs I can suggest some
But I wouldn’t spend that much of your money on Codeine
I ain’t judging, enjoy your life
But that shit is killing people and it’s overpriced
Hit the club, get the bag
Man I know that’s right
But let me teach you youngbloods how to hold the mic
I’m older right
Never had a poltergeist
And still slap a rapper like a white Dolemite, ah

Black out, stage dive right into the crowd
I never tap out and I ain’t working for a fucking suit so don’t ask now
That’s why I always speak my mind and never back down
Since Pac was behind Shock up in the background
Shh, shh, shh, watch the cops
Started to rap because I cannot pop and lock
Went from selling nicks in a knot in my sock
To selling out arenas where the Knicks throw up shots
Goddamn, that’s a hell of a come up
European festival money, that’s a hell of a summer
I remember they were saying I’d be a one-hit wonder
40 platinum later boy they were wrong about the number
Nah nah
I’m so focused, the pen is so potent
The beachfront look like I own the whole ocean
Pull up in that, skrrt skrrt, the door opens
The mint coat dragging on the floor I ain’t even notice
These rappers so emotive
Grown men emoji
Face crying all on their socials
And I ain’t hating, I guess I’m just old school
We suppress feelings and scrapped right after homeroom
Old gold, OJ, and some cold shrooms
20oz of Faygo to go with the soul food
Look what I made off of Protools
Still remind pops “Aw man yeah I told you”