everything i can't handle

look

soon as i glow up i need jeans that cost five thousand

i need a new private jeweler to send me pictures of new shit

i need that gucci connection

i need to fuck my own tutor

i need to call up the homies and ball so hard while we losin'

i could call up to jordan and tell him mama wore puma's

tell 'em endorse my albums and if they don't then they ruined

want a skyscraper

no no more favors

make me sleep better

want my mink sweater

don't wanna get back to nobody

just wanna eat better

wanna do better

want my ice wetter

want my wife cheddar

fuck a pre-nup

nigga 'cause if we blood

and we cous'

then we good

eat up

while we kick our feet up

that's it

how dare you lose this gift

i made you to make a man

to make amends and spend this money on coked out bitches

bottles of elegance is relevant

than what's the point of melanin

all these lies of tellin'

retellin' resellin'

sell again

nigga if it's heaven or earth than tell me what's in the end

darkness and abysses

obituaries that's never said

block boys never reaching tabloids or tablets

never closed cases

but always for closed caskets

and you want a number one while a mother's son lungs gaspin'

let's take it back

and yo' little scummy ass ain't have a dollar

and yo' daddy done left yo' momma on the south side of chicago

and you was contemplatin' suicide

'cause why the fuck was you alive

i gave music

i gave paper

than i put your ass on papers

you wrote dancing in the rain"