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[Video Intro: JFK]

I can give you some people that were some of my personal favorites that didn't make it. In a lyricist lane, I do like- I'm a fan of IDK and uh...


[Intro: IDK]

This next verse, these bars

Yeah, uh


[Verse: IDK]

I just realized that I'm a rich nigga

My mama and papa never made six figures

By 2019, I'll be at seven figures

This my moment of clarity, let me tell it jigga

I gave up liquor, I gave up smoking

Knowing that the green from being sober is way more potent

Now people poking noses in my business

Pinocchio and they lying, trying hard to figure out

Which ho I'm strokin' to use they lotion

I don't fuck no bitches, I got a wife now

Young nigga, grown rich nigga lifestyle

I could line every rapper up right now

And fade 'em with the bars to make every one of 'em lie down

Sleep, Poké Flute couldn't wake 'em up

Poke a stick at they body

Now po-po about to bring the cuffs

Oh no, I'm 'bout to do a bid

Oh shit, they 'bout to free the kid

Killin' bad rappers is legal across the nation, bitch

Die, die, die, die, die and I say it with passion

Half these people talkin' shit don't say shit

When you leave the Internet

And you happen to see 'em in passin'

It's just harder to see them outside of the actin'

It's more harder to see them outside of the laughin'

When they only with they friends and sayin' that your album trash

When right before they looked you in your face

And told you you were snappin'

They the ones that stab your back in when they catch you lackin'

They the ones that shouldn't have been in the womb instead of napkin

Capitalizin' off of these niggas lackin', what the fuck happened?

Niggas turned to kingpins, Twitter fingers they get to tappin'

Must've pushed the key under the tab, all your words is cappin'

Bitch, I am the captain, bitch, I am the chief

Bitch, I am the priest when I wake, bitch, you are deceased

Bitch, you are control, alt, delete, bitch, be gone for me

Bitch, you need to think before you speak

Bitch, you Candace Owens

Bitch, you panic knowing I don't need no XL stamp to excel

I just got 20 bands and transportation in a XL

To make them throw they hands and scream my lyrics

Meanwhile, people talkin'

Got me askin' "Where you at?" without a Nextel

No, for real, where you at? The internet still?

No, for real, where you at? Your mama crib still?

No for real, where you at?

My comment section usin' cracked iPhone 5Ss to hate my blessin's

Wildin', click your page

All I see is, "This profile page is private"

With a profile picture of Michael Jordan's face cryin'

Probably 'cause I'm ballin' like I'm Lebron and you retired

While a nigga still chasin' them rings like Blac Chyna

No major labels, keepin' up with niggas on major labels

When I sign, the label's keepin' up with me, you won't be able

Eatin' at my table, you ain't cool enough and that's the lingo

Now I put the classmates that used to laugh up on my payroll

Ho, I think I'm better than Cole, better than Dot

Fuck a tweet, bitch I'm just as good as Biggie and Pac

R.I.P., this my Kodak, Lil Xan, and Yachty talk

Akademiks cover him, Adam 22 with the shots

Y'all ain't got No Jumpers, double entendre, double entendre

You ain't catch it? Well, that's yo problem

Now listen, this ain't no dissin', this ain't no hate

But keep it real, this is the Freshmen I didn't make?

In other words, all of you rappers is just steak

When you fallin' off the bone of them charts, I'm eatin' your plate

You can't put me in a class when I'm busy teachin' 'em lessons

So next year, don't even hit me to be a Freshmen

I'm gon' fuck it up, too many bodies, too many stretchers

Better buckle up, too much gas and I'm in a Tesla

Testa Rossa in my future, they sleepin'

I got the rooster, they seated

I got the booster, I'm seein' over these losers

Please book me, Lollapalooza, I'm blowin', it's like a tuba

I'd blow his head with a Ruger if he hot and can't cool up

I'm blowin' like I'm a cougar's jaws, who's involved?

Whose acoustics make his sonics look like he's infused with Nas

Mixed with Gucci, cross him without a cross light

And you gon' see the crossroads twice, rest in Peace Phife

You gon' see life, pass before you better be nice

'Cause I will body everybody

If I see sight of a nigga that don't even blink right

Shoutout YBN Cordae, IDK is my name

Hi, this Trippie verse, bye 

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