Not Yet -

I’m a boss, I’m veteran, I’m letting in flocks

And don’t forget to send the cheque’s when my cassettes outta stock

My address is the past the fence where you last texted your mum

And then the sex comes next after the breast in the palm (Ay)

I’m pestering y’all, infecting your thoughts (Aw shit)

I’d like take a sc to say that vasectomy is technically ballsy

I’m calling, free falling, becoming blind

Lack of mowing lawns, allowing th snakes to get by (Ssss)

When I scrap my pad and poor text, my concept

Could’ve had a have bad rap but not best

Can’t afford less, I’d fall hard on all limbs

I’m an artist, I’ll crawl tall, y’all scrawl than your next

I’m with it, I’ll litter, pick it back up, switch it

Give-a-fuck-ism, tidak anak-anak, stop listening

Award winning, a God given applause

I’m on course to make more and ignore this fourth figure shit

When all lyrics twist, we lost diligence

Distraught by the cost, that we walk withering

We all slithering, watch the salt simmer

We were taught that assault resorts we bought into it

Fuck you, I’m me!

Yeah, I’m nothing but that ain’t what you call me

When I’m buzzed, I’m the face of the party

Chop up a little blaze, I’m departing…

I’m back!

No you don’t forget me

Oh no, not yet (No, no, no, no)

Oh no, you don’t forget me (No what?)

Oh no, not yet, yet, yet, ahh!

I start moving in, the bars blasted, I ruined it

I laugh past and ask how I’m doing it

I’m class schooling it, glass flask I’m brewing it

Dust off your ass my art’s Fast and Furious

And too strong, we cut the green like I do lawn

Your off beat, I’m on fleek with suit on

I’m gon' see you all scream like newborns

The army gonna party, a nuisance

Damn, ah!

Yo, I’m a savage, I’m a grab a rabbit

And rabidly hack it while on acid, it’s fucked

And on my palette is a classic, make you back it up truck

And I’m a snap if this frappe ain’t make me happy as fuck

I’m glad I’m a cunt (Say what?)

Relax up in the back when I’m fucked

I’m a lap around the track and rappers act to catch up

And for the fact what you’re lacking, I won

Oh shit goddamn, shit be louder than Chowder and Pan

I wanna hear the crowd shout as I down and devour a can

For the hour, I’m outta this world, doubting the landing process

Follow me and you don’t know what’ll go next

My project, my show set, I know yes

You gotta tell me why y’all are so obsessed

Bro just keeping walking by and fantasize how I wrote this

I’m planning to climb, check out my progress

I’m back!

No you don’t forget me

Oh no, not yet (No, no, no, no)

Oh no, you don’t forget me (No what?)

Oh no, not yet, yet, yet, ahh!