Quarter Zips x Matcha

You see, I came up in the golden era

Studied and watched

Then I made a golden era

Which then inspired a whole new era

Now I'm still here

Still going, still growing

Only getting better (Dramatic, nigga)

I respect these bitches on Instagram selling they pussy

More than I respect you subpar rap niggas, you pussy

Look me in the eyes, don't be surprised it's a trill nigga

Pimp C's fur coat, a Bun B in some Hilfiger

Feel me when I say what I say

I'm the outcast like 3000 Andrés

I will outlast all you niggas rapping today (forever)

When I'm no longer amused by the lies that y'all spray

This for my young boys in line to see NBA

My baddies glued to they phones who never signed the NDA

I turn the daddy issues to tissue, issue short apologies

For single mothers unaware of Afeni's ideologies

Generations full of lost souls, far as I can see

You idolizing the wrong niggas, obviously

So one must mob deep, at least for Prodigy

And my Adidas living out Nas' prophecy (hahaha)

This ain't no Druski skit, this is real life

Put a diamond tester to it, this is real ice

This ain't no brand within a brand, this is Phil Knight

On a fortnight, what you built like?

Bullet wounds, when they heal right

It's that zaza when it's sealed tight

Six-seven, that's how it feel, right?

Can you turn a Insta' baddie into a real wife?

We don't do Nike Tech, we don't do coffee

It's straight quarter zips and matchas around here

Keep going

"Kaboom," said the elephant in the room

My element is black, it's my melanin out the womb

King Tut out the tomb, Cartier's and shit

Hov and X freestyling, that's how my air is mixed

Two light skinned bitches kissing in close friends

Two dark skinned women licking at both ends

Come one, come all and I keep they legs shaking

And you don't need a Rose, how the bass vibrating

She got a pretty face and she high maintenance

Post everything on the 'Gram except the fuck faces

I fold her up like magazine front pages

Lay the second row down and G-wagons get real spacious

Like the monogram, Louis Vuitton, trunk spaces

Puffing behind these bars, the killer sitting where Ma$e is

White chucks turn red when I stomp 'em out

He look like Blueface song, they'll know what I'm talking about (hahaha)

This ain't no Druski skit, this is real life

Put a diamond tester to it, this is real ice

This ain't no brand within a brand, this is Phil Knight

On a fortnight, what you built like?

Bullet wounds, when they heal right

It's that zaza when it's sealed tight

Six-seven, that's how it feel, right?

Can you turn a Insta' baddie into a real wife?