Bold fella, Cold chilling at Coachella Young buck like Giannis under Rhianna's umbrella For me there's no bottom, like homes with no cellar Salmonella, Hell in a cell, but no Keller No show, Where'd they go, I wrote them a novella Ride slow when I foam at the dome like old yellow Go getter, Cosby with no Jello Fast fury, that's Jesse with no Jetta Like, "Ho, get up." Pimp cap with no feather New Era, a, "C" on the front for my cheddar And all I, really want is me a Cigarello For the chronic, I got hell of, it's purple like Donnatello I put some dots up on their back and I skin them like I'm Cruella Sword out like I was Blade rolling up on Edward and Bella It's pretty black and white, I hope they don't hate me cause I'm vanilla But don't think I won't circle these Urkel's like a propeller Like this, and like that Can't help that I'm white, can't help I'm not black Can't help I'm not this, can't help I'm not that Colorblind to the fact, when I sleep all I think about is rap I'm just tryin to blaze and get high While I'm solo like Sammy Davis' eye And I hope you can hold your own Before you end up in the streetlight, a broken treat, a Toblerone Writing alone, no sidekick, but my older phone Winter time, East 99, ain't seen a colder bone Yeah, I'm nasty with it, Boy I'm Backstreet with it Get in sync they'll never leave me like Blackstreet did it I'm cold blooded, I am so blunted And their Sodium over runneth when they tell me that I'm getting old I'm so stunning, and my flow pummeling I'm at the podium and now they're lookin at me while I'm getting gold Like Rumpelstiltskin And with these pills in my system, like my confidence brought its stilts in Van Helsing like Keri Hilson I cracked the barcode now they scan my sound like Nielsen With that Black rose tied to my lapel I'm as sharp as Ghostface when he's rhyming on clientele If you decide to drive down where the lions and I dwell Let your ego get your head swelled like the guy who tried to rush Chappelle When my pen's hitting like Shakespeares As my world tidal waves and physically shakes peers I'm a Taurus with Longhorns, higher than stakes, here Treat them like a top coat knowing they'll stay clear And if I could have my tape stay in they deck That's basically a check, no commas, except, but I'm paid with respect And that's why my ink bleeds and then sprays at the next Page like a straight blade was just yanked from my neck Like this, and like that Can't help that I'm white, can't help I'm not black Can't help I'm not this, can't help I'm not that Colorblind to the fact, when I sleep all I think about is rap I'm just tryin to blaze and get high While I'm solo like Sammy Davis' eye And I hope you can hold your own Before you end up in the streetlight, a broken treat, a Toblerone Writing alone, no sidekick, but my older phone Winter time, East 99, ain't seen a colder bone Yeah, I'm nasty with it, Boy I'm Backstreet with it Get in sync they'll never leave me like Blackstreet did it I'm cold blooded, I am so blunted And their Sodium over runneth when they tell me that I'm getting old I'm so stunning, and my flow pummeling I'm at the podium and now they're lookin at me while I'm getting goldmore

Bold fella Cold chillin' at Coachella Young buck like Giannis under Rhianna's umbrella For me there's no bottom, like homes with no cellar Salmonella, Hell in a cell, but no Keller No show, Where'd they go, I wrote 'em a novella Ride slow when I foam at the dome like old yella Go getta, Cosby with no jello Fast fury, that's Jesse with no Jetta Like, "Ho', get up." Pimp cap with no feather New Era, a, "C" on the front for my cheddar And all I, really want is me a cigarello For the chronic, I got hell of, it's purple like Donnatello I put some dots up on their back and I skin 'em like I'm Cruella Sword out like I was Blade rolling up on Edward and Bella It's pretty black and white, I hope they don't hate me cause I'm vanilla But don't think I won't circle these Urkel's like a propeller Like this, and like that Can't help that I'm white, can't help I'm not black Can't help I'm not this, can't help I'm not that Colorblind to the fact, when I sleep all I think about is rap I'm just tryin to blaze and get high While I'm solo like Sammy Davis' eye And I hope you can hold your own 'Fore you end up in the streetlight, a broken treat, a Toblerone Writing alone, no sidekick, but my older phone Winter time, east 99, ain't seen a colder bone Yeah, I'm nasty with it, Boy I'm Backstreet with it Get in sync they'll never leave me like Blackstreet did it I'm cold blooded, I am so blunted And their Sodium over runneth when they tell me that I'm getting old I'm so stunnin', and my flow pummelin' I'm at the podium and now they're lookin at me while I'm getting gold Like Rumplestiltzken And with these pills in my system, like my confidence brought its stilts in Van Helsing like Keri Hilson I cracked the barcode now they scan my sound like Nielsen With that Black rose tied to my lapelle I'm as sharp as Ghostface when he's rhymin' on clientele If you decide to drive down where the lions and I dwell Let your ego get your head swelled like the guy who tried to rush Chappelle When my pen's hitting like Shakespeares' As my world tidal waves and physically shakes peers I'm a Taurus with Longhorns, higher than stakes, here Treat them like a top coat knowing they'll stay clear And if I could have my tape stay in they deck That's basically a check; no commas, except, that I'm paid with respect And that's why my ink bleeds and then sprays at the next Page like a straight blade was just yanked from my neck Like this, and like that Can't help that I'm whit, can't help I'm not black Can't help I'm not this, can't help I'm not that Colorblind to the fact, when I sleep all I think about is rap I'm just tryin to blaze and get high While I'm solo like Sammy Davis' eye And I hope you can hold your own 'Fore you end up in the streetlight, a broken treat, a Toblerone Writing alone, no sidekick, but my older phone Winter time, east 99, ain't seen a colder bone Yeah, I'm nasty with it, Boy I'm Backstreet with it Get in sync they'll never leave me like Blackstreet did it I'm cold blooded, I am so blunted And their Sodium over runneth when they tell me that I'm getting old I'm so stunnin', and my flow pummelin' I'm at the podium and now they're lookin at me while I'm getting goldmore