(Chorus)
Get the f*ck off now, go the f*ck off my d*ck
Hard to tell which one more than perfect, human being my art or my b*tch
Difficult to tell which one more than perfect, man my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my d*ck
Get the f*ck off at present, go the f*ck off my d*ck
Hard to tell which one more than perfect, man my motorcar or my crib
Hard to tell which i more perfect, man my art or my b*tch
Avant-garde with this sh*t, become your jaws off my d*ck

(Verse 1)
Aye, I ain't taking no more calls, might think bout calling it quits
Press is trying to block my blessings, no more than talking to Vince
NPR and XXL man I can't tell which is which
Mr. Mark, I think my label need a marketing switch
Concord upwardly, switch the flow up, I won't roll for nothing
Rappers ho up, and so they accident up, estimate who practise the f*ck*ng?
VMA and Grammy snubbing
Not walking through no clubs, homie y'all can keep your money
It don't practice nothing for me
Heard they looking for me yeah, you lot'se a dummy aye
Have somebody find your body parts, run and run it aye
Ay bay bay, ain't for play
Steal the steaks, steal the RAF
(And them RAF's is ugly by the style, we see you lot got money to spend but none the less)

(Chorus)
Get the f*ck off now, go the f*ck off my d*ck
Hard to tell which i more perfect, homo my art or my b*tch
Hard to tell which i more perfect, man my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my d*ck
Get the f*ck off at present, get the f*ck off my d*ck
Difficult to tell which one more than perfect, man my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, homo my fine art or my b*tch
Avant-garde with this sh*t, become your jaws off my d*ck

(Verse 2)
I'm from Ramona, no schoolhouse diploma
Nosotros caught him slipping, he in a coma
Y'all got two choices, lose your life or your persona
I withal voices from them nights I hit the corners
Walked through the MoMA
Just did the characteristic, striking the scene, and blew the quota
I might (?) for the sofa
Might save my Nike bank check and spend my Coca-Cola
Don't count my packets, pocket rocket then y'all tow upwards
Time to glow up from the flow up how I came
Yous don't know my depository financial institution, b*tch don't act like you don't know my name
Don't tape me human, b*tch yous come across me trying to board this aeroplane
Don't you lot touch my frame, even so the one who bust you in the brain
I don't f*ck with fame, you don't run across me in no f*ck*ng chains
Ain't no f*ck*ng slave, Def Jam brand 'em put me on no pay
This the sound I made, won't nobody knock me off my moving ridge
I'g the god in this, f*ck upward off my d*ck

(Chorus)
Go the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my d*ck
Hard to tell which ane more perfect, man my fine art or my b*tch
Hard to tell which ane more perfect, man my auto or my crib
Avant-garde with this sh*t, become your jaws off my d*ck
Become the f*ck off at present, get the f*ck off my d*ck
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my b*tch
Avant-garde with this sh*t, become your jaws off my d*ck