Gatsby

G-A-T-S-B-Y G-A-T-S-B-Y Afraid I haven't been a very good host old sport You see I'm Gatsby G-A-T-S-B-Y G-A-T-S-B-Y G-A-T-S-B-Y G-A-T-S-B-Y Ummm Got da Got da Got da Got da gas in my lungs, looking at the sun A prodigy, commodities, I'm never needing em Tomfoolery, it follows me Stickin wit the Bong Y'all can see camaraderie My homie made the one Switch it up, iconic, like they callin' me Neo F*ck it up, I flaunt it, from SF to the TO Run it up, I caught it, I be smoking a kilo Blunt of RNTZ, I'm honest, it be sweeter than Mio G-A-T-S-B-Y You know I'm hella high G-A-T-S-B-Y You know I'm hella high G-A-T-S-B-Y I'm looking at the sky G-A-T-S-B-Y You know I'm hella high Looking up Like the man that I hope to be Hope to me that I could be The poet of some poetry That overseas is sold in streets Tone is key to hold the beat Only me could beat my meat While teaching thee to rap on tree Collectively, a recipe that no one else can replicate Selectively, a pedigree that no one can eliminate Respectively, a masterpiece This game that I could elevate Objectively, a passion see? The greatest I can demonstrate G-A-T-S-B-Y You know I'm hella high G-A-T-S-B-Y You know I'm hella high G-A-T-S-B-Y I'm looking at the sky G-A-T-S-B-Y You know I'm hella high It's pretty isn't it old sport