I'm A Red Hot Chilli Pepper (feat. J A K E)

They gone show me what they get instead of show me how to get it I don't even really understand this shit is just my presence I been up and down my world too many times, I swear it's effortless Mother fuckers look at me with side eye memory Tucked away, I'm dozed off, I like to save my energy I don't want that bill at the end of the month checking me You all is just so dead to me, like presidents, Kennedy Music my remedy, mix it with a different identity Spaces in between my gap tooth and my beats too Give a place to breathe, need some rest, cover tattoo Bloody ink at you Don't know what you gonna do Flying like a pterodactyl, top of the ant hill Give it away, give it away, give it away, now Give it away, give it away, give it away, now Give it away, give it away, give it away, now I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper Too much on my plate, could give a f*ck about your offer Always strive and prosper When I was a kid I knew I wouldn't be no doctor Surgical as f*ck with these instrumentals, I'm nauseous Best proceed with caution I don't want no office, flawless The timings impeccable, here's your options Beat machine my ray guy, call me Marvin the Martian Hold up, did you say sum? I'm busy with these toxins Antioxidant prominent I came out the gate with visions of being so dominant Domino effect on my life and they keep watching it But, I don't got a problem kid Give it away, give it away, give it away, now Give it away, give it away, give it away, now Give it away, give it away, give it away, now I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper Stay close, blow your nose, you know how it goes One raindrop falls, a million of them follow God cries mad tears, mother fuckers hostile I been in the hot seat, mixing with the rivals, tryna win the title Snappin' just like rubber bands, we on the go like Peter Pan Lemme bust this reverb man Got the world all in my hands, but what he gonna do again? There's no tellin' what the future holds, but here's my stance I'll be here forever, for your kids when they gone wanna dance Or listen to some real shit that make their hand stand like legs There he go again