[Verse 1]  [bad word] hit me up, quarter past a digit 
Had the freakin’ fortitude to ask me if I’m with it 
(Are you with it?) 
Well of course, yeah, I’m sure, are you kidding 
I mean, it’s only [bad word]  [bad word]  I do it for a living 
When you sing a song in sixpence, pocket full of rye 
Mr. Breadwinner, take a slice of humble pie 
Sit on down and listen, you won’t have to wonder why 
Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz 
On that bawitdaba da bang da bang 
Man, it’s so strange, we all came from orangutans 
Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs 
Stay in your lane, young man, don’t you change a thing 
We gonna get high if you wanna, it’s your birthday party 
Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty 
Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap 
Wanted new frames and engraved, you should arrange that 
Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash 
Ain’t playin’ games, paid in cash with the grain stack 
Stay black, wait, let me rephrase that 
Give it to you straight, never stray, let ‘em play that 
[Hook] 
Pop radio 
Pop radio 
Pop radio  [bad word] , now [bad word]  for the door 
[Verse 2] 
Lock, stock, two barrels, smokin’ a stogie 
You call it a sub, my homies call it a hoagie 
Turn around like we just did the Hokey Pokey 
Low key flow, rope-a-dope, keep it grown, Steve Aoki 
I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel 
Jeez, at least release the beats with Pharrell 
I mean, for real, you just peace and leave your cell 
Took the keys from Alicia, even Beast kiss and tell 
That’s the bell, beauty owned by Drew Hill 
Got them red shells ready and [bad word]  for the kill 
If that plan fails, well then [bad word]  you front the bill 
If they drop me from the label, I’ll be… for a mill’ 
Skills, never leavin’ home without ‘em 
Lost them in the couch, looked around, and then I found them 
Make your momma proud, make your father even prouder 
Play the newest Roth, make the volume even louder 
Like, at the pool, all the kids will call me Powder 
Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder 
Branch out, I’ll splatter your grey matter 
When I’m late for a date 
Drink tea with the Sane Hatter 
[Hook] 
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[Verse 1] 
Yo they thought I made a million dollars off I Love College 
Got a motto, full ride them then retire to Bahamas 
I probably shouldn’t my goodness, no idea what I have put up with 
Bunch of lame excuses from the suits up in the music biz 
Listen to what Q-Tip said, “game it be the shadiest” 
Keepers at the gate, what it take for you to play my [bad word]  
I’ve been super patient, watching dudes get in my lane 
But lets be honest for a second, we all know we’re not the same 
And I know just what you think, this wonder is one hit 
It’s a product or a… I promise it’s not it 
No verse that I ain’t rip 
With words that you can’t script 
We all know who did it first, it just hurts you to admit 
I’ve been [bad word] on, spit up on, dissed and forgotten 
Rick Ross can be a cop, Drake started from the bottom 
No offense, I don’t want to start a problem [bad word] on 
All I ever did was tell you I was champ in beer pong 
I don’t want to live forever but sure hope it lasts long 
Never underestimate the power of a rap song 
Never following a fad, I create a platform 
Have a son and leave him something 
Hopeful he can pass on like 
[Hook] 
We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right? 
We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right? 
We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right? 
[Verse 2] 
Keep my foot up on the gas, now I’m never going back off 
Now they’re saying, “Ash, yo that mother [bad word] back dog.” 
Sure, had it in my palm but I had to l