Uh
Lights, camera, action Bronson
Got a sign on my mic and it says use caution
In pillow fights with a rocket launcher
Do your toys like my samples, flip your Tonka
Battlefield flow, no codes to Contra
New to the truth, not stormy sponsor
I'm a level-up demon, huh
Wasting time on these hip hop dreams, I gotta go
Whip it out, nutted on a tramp stamp
I send a freckle-faced bitch to my Bandcamp
'Cause I don't rap, I do magic
Get silly on trash pop singers who faking in the industry, yuh
Make a lot of money, moving cash, boy
Fuck them rich kids, nigga, I never had toys
I ain't hood, I'm human, I had it bad like Usher
So for them coins I'll Mario uppercut ya
Now tell me who's the man with the plan
I show hoes my dick, turn fans into stans
I predict by the age of 29
I'll have my own Buddhist chant like Killa Cam
I am no Joker, Heath Ledger to your Val Kilmer
Batman, now who's the man?
(Devan!)
No bitch, it's Dévon, accent, accent, listen to my songs
I'm the one like Neo but more like Geo (how?)
Power guys, bricks and the kilos
Nerd gangsta, slinging with a Wii Mote
Tell a bitch to strip and count back from zero
(Count back from zero)
(Count back from zero)
(Count back from zero)

Not a predator, I just say what I want
Unfiltered, no time for editors
Fuck my competitors, this is the Olympics
Set a world record and flip off the gymnast
I got the belt now, I'm not letting it go
I got in my clutches, you can suck my dick, hater
Darth Vader, breathe hard, wake neighbors
Keep a white bitch tricking like Kate Favor
I only play the games that I win at
And only fuck bitches with stamina, nigga, swing cash
Start first, always finish last
Bank statement, I got an allergy to cash
Can I get a loan? (No)
Can I get some cake? (No)
I'm going through a phase (why?)
Broke nigga ways
So here goes an IOU for today
Please accept this, baby

The only woman in my life
Is the one whose pussy I popped out of in '89
They call her the brief bird, get it?
That's because instead of my head, I came out cheeks first
Breach of a contract, breach of my confidence
Breach a corner store, so I didn't have to rhyme for rent
The same's true, a house ain't a home
Cause even in my room, I lived in my headphones

We just some niggas fresh out from a two year bid
Tryna show these broke niggas how we live
Don't even ask, nigga, what we did
And don't call us twins, call us trophy kids
(What's that name, nigga?)
Trophy kids, fresh outta jail from a two year bid
(Oh my God)
Trophy kids, don't even ask, nigga, what we did, ugh

(Yeah, no)
(Seriously, what you do though)