Speaking of relevance
My pockets fuck but I’m celibate
Run it like central intelligence
Fuck all your lies and fake elegance
White people need it like melanin
Them bitches think I’m a felon and
Tell me to quit
Got my foot in belly then
Yell at they momma like
What you been telling them
That shit ain’t helping them

I’m too strong in the head
To tell me that you're
Too strong in the bed
No getting at me
I’m too far too ahead
So tell me sweet things
Won't you tell me sweet things, baby
Oouu yeah
I’m too strong in the head
To tell me that you're
Too strong in the bed
No getting at me
I’m too far too ahead
So tell me sweet things
Won't you tell me sweet things, baby
Oouu yeah

And it go
Back to back
to back to back
Back like Etta James and Cadillacs
Matter fact might invest
In people's slack
Matter fact might invest
In you or tats
I can’t tell
But I will dwell
In the bullshit
Cause the shit sell
And I hate bees
Like I can’t spell
And I drop facts
Like a good sale
Yo
Speaking of race
I’m black and first
And fuck a hearse
I don’t really like yall bitches
I just wanna buss down bitches
Niggas wanna buss down bitches
Like they ain’t go 4-5 children
Chill

Speaking of relevance
My homies struggling
I got the biggest balls
Learn how to juggles 'em
Life is a liquid
Learn how to funnel it

I’m too strong in the head
To tell me that you're
Too strong in the bed
No getting at me
I’m too far too ahead
So tell me sweet things
Won't you tell me sweet things, baby
Oouu yeah
I’m too strong in the head
To tell me that you're
Too strong in the bed
No getting at me
I’m too far too ahead
So tell me sweet things
Won't you tell me sweet things, baby
Oouu yeah

Fuck all the snitches
How you fuck the clique and religious
Like how you all up in my business
You say ain't nervous, you twitching
Just quit all that itching
This shit hard to get
Like not being specific
This shit hard to get
Like a rubber not fitting
I'm young in the game
Oh my nigga you kidding
I been in here spitting
My image, you pin it
You call it, I win it
Run that shit back
Like Usain in the 'Lympics
Sprint on they ass
Like Version not winning
Pimp on they ass
Like the C isn't missing
Mob on they ass
Like A$AP with the writtens
They wait on they dollars
Like bills being printed
Created the float
Like its seconds to minutes
Yord tryna get it
So i'm gonna rip it
We rotate the vision
Like shit wasn't spinning
Act like we're losing
So we don't stop winning
Our high school reunion
Our music they spin it
Oh it's them boys
They ain't shit, just forget em
Can’t forget legends
they minds wouldn’t let em

That Wavy Gravy

And they go
Thai food
And chop sticks
Turn around

She ride on that dick like she mad at me
My dick is some broken anatomy
I win the award like academy
Get out of my way
Theres no stopping me
We push out the merch
Its a factory
A Boogie see I got the bag on me
Oouu yeah