Where do I begin?
I’m bad at making friends
I moved away from home
Now I gotta start again
West coast kid in the Valley of the Sun
Introverted, you know I don’t get a lot of sun
Money got shorter, I’ve been living like a bum
‘cuz I quit my last job, now its been a couple months
Life was feeling great, until we graduate
Then mama moved away
Now poppa moved away
I got the fuck outta Cali with a little bit of guap
Now I got my own room, still really need a job
I don’t wanna be all grown still living with mom
I’m getting on top of it, Boban Marjanovic
Sipping boba with my china, bitch
I’m just playing, I ain’t got a bitch, ‘cuz I call them bitch
I should cut it out but it’s hard to quit
Old habits die hard, I listened to the Ying Yang Twins since I was 6
Big head, buck teeth, building Legos
Playing GTA, think I’m the shit
I used to wanna sing like Usher, baby
Then my balls dropped, I can’t sing for shit
‘cuz my voice crack-a-lackin’ like a whip
Or a belt smacking ass of bratty kids

Man, where do I begin?
I’m a lazy piece of shit
And I fucking hate myself
If you haven’t noticed yet
Probably could’ve been rich already if I worked a bit
But I had to go and be a stupid bitch
Sit around all day, fucking loser bitch
Fucking lazy ass fucking pussy ass bitch!
Don’t tweet shit, I just write it down
If I ever get my ass in the booth somehow
Throat sore, I’ve been screaming in the booth all proud
Bumping Chump Change way too loud (Bitch what now?)
Already hearing ringing in my ears
I’d put a bullet in my brain if I couldn’t hear
Music really be the only reason that I’m here
Without that, I got no idea
And I don’t like beer but I already got a keg
Big ass gut and it’s moving to my legs
22 alarms to get my ass outta bed
You could try to burn my ass but I’m already dead
How the fuck you get motivated? Life’s good but I hate it
I ain’t gotta be the greatest, I just wanna say I made it
But I’m in my own way, it’s been a long day
The day’s only long when there ain’t shit to do, so there ain’t shit to say

Acting like I’m busy but there’s nothing on my plate
Probably sounding silly but boy, I ain’t come to play
Talking all this shit but had no music to display
So you know I had to come out with a tape, aye
6 feet but my confidence 4 feet tall
Been hyping up my tape for the last two falls
Barely started when I moved, I’ve been lying, y’all
Don’t know why I even said shit at all
No cap I never fucked raw
Matter fact, wish I never fucked at all
Bitch I’m tryna grow a pair of Lavar balls
Got my nuts in the dirt, hope they grow tall
Working on beats all god damn day
Eating donuts from Dilla, Jay
Ima drop a classic like that someday
But ‘til then, out my fucking way
Out my fucking way (out my fuckin way)
Out my fucking way (out my fuckin way)
Out my fucking way (out my fuckin)
Out my fucking face