Lyrics:

[Intro]
You can tell when the mic pick your voice up it's gon' be special, man (What a creep)
I got my chain on in the booth an all that, man, I'm feelin' like, I'm filling up my bag right now (Ayy, [?] you go crazy)
My bag right now

[Verse]
Yo, cable-box froze scratching off the serial
Silver surfer, cartoons, toys in my cereal
True life, big bowl, pourin' up imperial
Pourin' out a shot for my nigga shed a tear or two
Homeless for a year, think housing in my vehicle
Threesome in the whip, think the pussy is a miracle
Make a sex tape, NFT on Ramble
I'm the template, full-screen, uncomparable
Six series on the World Seri5s, so serious
Drive the world d5lirious, show me girl I'm curious
Last train to Paris watching Fast and the Furious
Thoughts cinematic, I'm a poet at it, period
Runnin' up my sentence like my English teacher failed me
Last year bein' broke, yeah, this my first year being wealthy
[?] recreation, a market in the [?]
A chopper with a suit like I'm tryna make the band
I'm 'bout to show my mama, that everything is possible
Vinyls sold out in a minute, let's be logical

[Outro: French]