I ain’t beefin’ with nobody, But I’d be for the right lightning in a Fenty deal.
Funny how they chase spotlights, I chase Wi-Fi.
Coulda hit TMZ with a fake arrest, Told him Ye punched me, now I got the press.
Could date Lizzo just for the headlines, Say we met in line at Five Guys, went viral five times.
Could post with Doja in a Satan mask, Captioned, †pray for me just to build a task.
Might fake a beef with Ice Spice in the DM′s, And then claim we dropped the tape and had twins.
Could crash the beat, T-Street′s flex, Flex rep with Billie Eilish on a leash in a baguette.
Might say I ghosted Saweetie for Oprah, Then hit a podcast to say I′m sober.
Could fake a spiritual cleanse with Jada, Then make entanglement merch for beta haters.
Post a selfie in Crocs like I′m Post Malone, Then say I′m half wizard, half post clone.
I go wild out, but I chill for the balance, See fame, make kings not admit to your talent.
Could tell a dream with a chain and a scandal, But I′d rather keep class with a firm grip handle.
Could post rage, ain′t thirst to drip, But I sip respect and let karma flip.
Y'all click for chaos, I vibe in silence, Still cloutless, but counter with timeless.
Could say I beef with Bad Bunny at brunch, Told him right on mint while I stole his punch.
Could ran off on Dua Lipa′s tab, Blasted notes saying call me when you drop some jazz.
Might fake cry in a YouTube vid, Say Adele yelled at me, she wild with kids.
Could post a vid of Kim K′s pool, Say Ye′s still mad I got better shoes.
Could tell the world I′m Zendaya′s ex, Even if she say who, still pass the flex.
Might start a church like Bieber with vibes, Preach thirst to sin while I dance on lives.
Could start a fake cult with Bella Hadid, Sell air in a jar as NFT bids.
Post pics with Eli like bro chills, Say we launch a test list with free weed deals.
I could wild out with a throne named plastic, They sell moments, I build habits classic.
Could fake a death and drop a verse, But I′d rather ghost a game, make them feel the thirst.
They chase clicks, I chase peace, Still trippin′ like Lenny Kravitz and Fleece.
Y′ll chase moments, I′m moving solid, Still cloutless, but counter with mileage.
Corinne Yod invite DJ Khaled, Then ghost a mid toast like nah you valid.
Could say I punch Logan Paul at a gym, Then fake the footage, look at me win.
Might tell rhymes we got a kid named Mav, Then sue Elon for paternity path.
Could tattoo Pete Davidson′s girl′s name, Then start a feud with Kanye for fame.
Could fake a brain, then recite Stamset, If I′ve much stated, I′m surrounding that.
Then O′sorf and Greg don′t wanna strike down, Then my mind is a gap.
But I write what I gins of the granders, Don′t try to get big, not trainers.
Like all the PC′s, four things to start.
Fly thought, hit the test, down block, can′t get a drop.
Flosh, flea, keen to climb, with the test and what′s when, it′s a deficit.
Screams, rest up, spit, cut a crescent, get saucy.
Walk around, ride, ride with the Kona, Kanye so wanted to dub that verse.
God′s wish, make it best, we′ve got it reversed.
Ride, ride the pumpkin, ain′t really feeling the curse.
Changing bricks, I′ll shake his strips.
Work a little, bait them, sniff his stritch hole.
Shake more, my style move us out, it′s a bonus.
We′re chopping mountains.
We′re chopping mountains.
