Twink privilege, thats what I'm about You don't fucking get it, don't open your mouth I'mma do a kickflip, make a bitch leave town Glass Pop in this, throw your money on the ground I go insane, I make you cry I got straight A's, I don't wanna die I'm alive, make a nice guy wanna lie Pumpkin pie make a real bitch act right Corner office, honestly, I am that guy The spaceship pilot and I can't even drive Lime Red Bull make the team come alive On the airplane reading long books while I fly My money so long that I think it reached a new height I don't do drugs, life got me so high Shouts to VFILES, shouts out to Dis Mag I can do a 180, I'm a badass Don't put this in your Dropbox, the cloud can't hold me (x2) Glass Popcorn, I'm busy taking off But I'd rather rap like when I'm gonna get my braces off Used to admire her from a distance, now it's time to break it off Cause this made me soft, I really feel like this is dangerous Rap about kids on angel dust, what you're doing ain't enough What do kids on angel dust rap about when they make a song? Fake is not what you make it out, I'm so in love Realness all up on the beat when I take it on Knowing well that none of my songs are gonna change the world Or help me take a girl out, or make my paper long, that's for sure What's in a mixtape? I'll make whatever I want Rap about yourself cause you don't know better anyone else You'd rather me rap about problems I dont have, call it real rap, or hip-hop, but I can't so just stop I came up on the right side, the side with encrypted wi-fi and homes with alarms I'm trying to go hard like Ed Hardy