Alaska

I used to work for people
I made a couple hundred dollars
Wasn't worth it even
I'm worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars but diamonds
I am mud out the bayou
Rip a page out the Bible
Come and crucify me

I'm a long way from home
And this ain't Yellowstone
I trade a white bitch for catfish
And yellow bones
This from the catacombs
This for the broken homes
From the south side of cities
Where my granny home

I moved to California
I bring a Grammy home
I call up the bill collectors
Leave my fuckin' family 'lone
We left the corner store
On the way to caviar
The coupe is mustard colored
What the fuck is Grey Poupon

Young K. A., never quit your day job
I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh
I need the, hard work should pay off, uh
The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh
A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh
These niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh

I'm from the city
Where your neighbors fight back
You talkin' shit, we bring
That work right to your lap
I love my niggas like white people love rap
We make this shit
You'll probably never say I'm trap again

Walk through doors all my life (just to close them)
Torn down walls all my life (is to the other side)
(Uh) Feelin' the brand new feeling
Feelin' the brand new feeling
(Uh) Feelin' the brand new feeling
Feelin' the brand new feeling
(Uh) New feeling, had a new feeling
Brand new feeling
(Uh) New feeling, had a new feeling
Brand new, brand new

Back then when I was hustling
Ain't get no love from them (uh)
I paid my own bills and came up
With the illest shit (uh)
I was tryna find a way
To get my family out of it (uh)
Spent my days in basements
Tryna write a motherfuckin' hit

Nowadays he's stumbling
They show such love to him
I shut it down to every show
I set the precedent
I'm just tryna show these niggas
Life is on some other shit
Keep your head high
Smile when the trouble rumblin'

I don't do what they say
It's unorthodoxed
Like bears sharing the porridge
Just out with Goldilocks
Like Ozzy with no shares
Need to call his parents
So fuck what I'm doing
And fuck these damn critics

You should think for yourself
That shit is cancerous
Give my head rub
My fingers are fuckin' hair models
Middle finger, fuck the air up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear hair net

But now my eyes
Ten million by twenty five
Dropped out, a lone star
Booked flight from lone star
Was working a couple jobs
And quit, became a star