(Yah yah)

-Verse 1-
I don’t make dope dealer music
I make dope music
Never needed hard drugs for amusement
'Cuz Mary Jane is the lady in my life
She tingles my spidey senses
And by the end of the night
I’m floating like a stringless kite on solar winds
Spaced out in my room til I’m dreaming
Of fanciful feline frenzies with kittens so trendy
They trending internet memes
And while you pipers picking pickle hoes
I’m getting green like piccolo
Toking smoke with chicks who touch they toes
Every time they play my songs off they stereo
And Sure I wanna “do see do” with 'em under covers for a moment
But I can’t sit back and watch these inferiors think they hot ish
'Cuz it’s been a while since I was pushing mozzarella
Now I got the cheddar
Oh I remember way back when my best friends weren’t jacking me, passing me by like the girl from the far side of Ipanema
Now they surprised like DMX: “What!? His lyrics so complex! Ain’t no way no academic spittin' bars and riding the beat like he in a Lexus!”
Well Guess what y’all I am
(Turn the trumpet up)

(Trumpet solo)

-Verse 2-
And you know I chief when I’m chilling with my peeps
Our pockets may be bare not Berenstein
But we cool naturally, no need for maybelline
We be copping Zipcars to bars where they think I’m Bruno Mars to get in for free
But at parties they say: “Look it’s TYMMYT! Oh! Ay dios mio! He’s so frio with lyrics so lethal!”
'Cuz I be murdering flows like a young professional and arresting styles
Take on any rapper downtown and if they don't bow down I’ll have the whole crowd help me put em in a mound
But now, the only issue I ain’t overcome,
'Cuz peeps been sheisty so it’s hard for me to even trust:
Bruh, these chicks Anita Baker giving me sweet love,
But I think they faker than artificial sweetener

Nowadays they always fake as artificial sweetener

Why they always fake as artificial sweetener

We’re all searching for a real love (oh x2)