Homage

Had to pay homage to the New York nigga Joey
This the man that got me started paper trails it was amazing
Shit it even got me flowing like you sometimes
Hope you don't mind
I'm tryna fix my life finna ride on the beat
While I stack these checks for me
Bitch I'm finna eat for free
Buy a Walmart cuz I can maybe bring back Uncle Sam
You should know who I am I be up at 3 am
Writing raps cuz I can graduated kinda early
High school shit was really burning all my energy

I know what I can be and you should know that shit too
Fuck a fucking curfew I be up after dark
Let me think about my clock while I open up my brain
So I dissect every little thing that comes trickling out
Bitch im in a money drought and I'm tryna figure out
How the fuck I can get my money up

I chose to write raps and go to school
I can do em both Im my own fucking boss
Do it on my own time bitch I can rhyme with anything
I'm a bi-generational talent put my ass on Jimmy Fallon
Tell Jay Leno I say hello I may sign to Rock-a-fella
Never mind I'm feeling bigger call me Tommy Hilfiger
All my bills they gon get bigger

I'm the new Kanye West
You should know Im the best
If you don't now you do
I'm about to help my friends out
Pay the fams houses off
Maybe get a fucking mansion
Everybody in my club eats fuck a dub if it aint team
Man I know I was mean but Im feeling real clean
And Im bout to make a scene

Look at me I'm styling but I aint gonna be wilding
Got that nigga up above looking out for me
You should know Im a freak when it comes to tracking down every
Single fucking syllable in the English fucking language
I'm about to do some dancing on this mother fucker
Just to end the mixtape cuz I can do about anything

I can deal hella damage but never in the physical
I think i'll always say that think thats gonna be my adlib
Don't really fuck with adlibs gon turn to a bad habit
I'd rather tell stories be my own hero man
Tryna make my bread grow finna be everlasting
I aint ever gon be fasting man Im talking about money
Not talking bout Italian bread Im talking bout that solid gold
The type of shit that don't get old

Give me diamonds too and some muh fucking pearls
Or some rubies while you're at it man Im talking to myself
Aint nobody worried about you its past my fucking curfew
Never mind not really Im honestly just running out of shit to write

All of this is just some filler
But I'm still about my money diamonds pearls
Fat ass house thats paid off with maybe a few chariots
Awaiting my return I don't think that sounds good enough

Oooo

And all my friends and family too all that good shit
Just be nice bro good vibes only what the fuck is wrong with you
I'm talking to myself again never mind me