& this girl right here? Who knows what she knows? So I'm going through her phone when she go to the bathroom and her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all.

With a canvas I'm a group of seven. A migraine, take two Excedrin.

I drove nice cars, I got a nice house. But now I'm steady missing you like a strikeout

Throw em a bone and they want a steak.

And this is the only sound you should fear, man these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

This supposed to be yall year? We aint get the memo.

Smokin weed on the star projectors, I guess we'll never know what Harvard gets us