New Tooth

It's a simple question, do you got it or not? I been talkin' to God 'bout the garages for the crib that I still haven't bought Boat rockin', my thoughts goin' too fast I'm not rational, I need the '42 on the rocks, wait, uh I'm the ambassador, meanin' I gas up the land I came from Make it rain and the money lookin' like ransoms And my brain always steady demandin' answers I've been feeling like I'm fightin' with my thoughts And the motherfucker benchin' a lot Punchin' the bag while he listenin' to "The Box" Uh-uh, I'm 'bout to get my shit rocked Uh-uh, I need to call up my pops I'm killin' the pain, I'm feelin' the change I'm a villain to ones that wanna shit on my name You better think twice about the moves that you make When your heart is closed, man, the truth is erased Ayy, don't disturb, I'm in the booth, ayy My neck shiny like my tooth, ayy Your bitch tryna reproduce, ayy DMs open, I'ma shoot, uh Don't disturb, I'm in the booth, ayy My neck shiny like my tooth, ayy Your bitch tryna reproduce, ayy DMs open, I'ma— I got options, lil' bitch, you do not know where I been France, 7 AM, I'm a fan of ménages Landed up in Japan, fill my body with toxins More of the reason to leave my inhibitions I'm breathin' in tobacco smoke I eat the roach and then I do my deepest stroke I'm 'bout to run a mile on these bitches I'm chiropractin' to crack smiles on these bitches I'm twenty-one, tryna make nine, ten milly I'm twenty-nine, crib 'bout size of the Pentagon Just got the shoes as red as filet mignon Coochie got magic, I thought she was Hermion Uh, I meant Hermione, uh Switchin' environment, I'm feelin' uninspired What's better, a sip of gin or findin' my soul and clarity? I'm buryin' my sins, the blessing is all my evidence, ayy I'm a business man without a business plan Racks on Planet Fitness, abracadabra No, Illuminati ain't the mantra, uh I ain't fuckin' you unless it's tantric Gotta walk out slowly, I'm usually dramatic I'ma raw dog life, I ain't doin' no habits I'm a star from the start, they be callin' me Patrick In a white girl mouth like a giant tarantula I been dealin' with some wack-ass motherfuckers thinkin' they can backstab Make 'em feel the pain like I'm in Jackass Hit it, I'm livin', I'm rippin' out the page They been askin' where the raps at I don't need the bread, I'ma give it to the fam Get the job done like TaskRabbit Puff on the gas, I cannot find the passion On my Cash App every day lookin' at coins like "What am I doin'?" like, "Where do I go?" Man, I really gotta get the right dose You really gotta come to my shows when this shit is open Rock the Chanel like my name Frank Ocean I dress well, you on that VLONE shit I'm payin' all the bills, though Money been multiplyin' like a nympho Do I really need a crib on the hills, though? It's probably gon' be good for my mental I pop out, man, I was a dropout Whip louder than the rappers arguing on Clubhouse I'ma throw the hands whenever I go on a run now Wanna start, but don't know when to do it like I'm Bow Wow Stop the hate, just walk away, lil' bitch They gon' make it home and see the kids I'm awake and I ain't duckin' now Peace and quiet shit runnin' out of style Ma callin' up like stay home Fuck the sessions that you got, tell 'em you can't make the drive They sprayin' on a bad day Saw that damn quote, I don't know if I got 911 to dial This shit done made me cry Man, this shit ain't civilized I ain't born to die I need to stay a while I need to stay a while I ain't born to die