Whatever comes, man, I stay relaxed
I lean back, write a text
But so far it's been dope
I jump into the tight jeans
White tees, slip into the Nikes
Spike Lees, take you back to the nineties
I'm not crazy, just a hypebeast
Like this, like that, like us, no beef
No G, no weed, no feat, my beat
Fat banger, please make the tracks longer
But I do what I want, except change the recipe
Tastes yummy, I'm no jetsetter
But my tracks travel the world backpacker-style
And your girlfriend's called Ecca
Not to nag, but she's sitting on my sweater
And after her Double Whopper she easily swallows
23 cows and half a dozen tractors
Which means your old lady is heavy
All good, 'cause you can roll her like the 'R'
My chick is hot like the 'S'
Yeah, she's hot like a Mex
ican, favorite flick, she wants to see me again
But I don't need much in life except the 'Supreme emblem'
On my snapbacks, decks or backpacks
Every line is fat and relaxed like Jack Black
I think back to when the rap thing began
Back then my heroes were Max, Sam and Jan
Today I tour the country with the tracks myself
Wherever I show up, I'm already known
Whatever comes, man, I stay relaxed
I lean back, write a text
But so far it's been dope
Whatever comes, man, I stay relaxed
I lean back, write a text
But so far it's been dope
If everything works, I'll soon be a billionaire
Just kidding, I mean millionaire
And what do I mean by that? My pockets are
It's okay, man, I don't need cash
Don't need a villa by the sea or a Benz
Don't need my own band, don't need a brand
All I want from you is a
So you pack them in the pipe and inhale
Take two minutes, breathe in deep
And you notice you're getting high
You want more of that sh*t
So lean back, open the window
Tape in, turn it up, goosebumps
Yep, 'cause I got what a gangster needs
While other rappers write lyrics, I've long since bounced
Whatever comes, man, I stay relaxed
I lean back, write a text
But so far it's been dope
Whatever comes, man, I stay relaxed
I lean back, write a text
But so far it's been dope