Not Too Shabby

Okay, you can stop the thoft boy shit I came into this game when everybody was in a daze You've been sleeping on me, I haven't slept in countless days Trying to get this fucking music out When I emerge from the stage, boy, shut your mouth Fanboys, fangirls, looking for an encore I may give this next part my best Just to show you what I got, bures The Canada Goose merchants yapping about my music Oh, you want some attention, you got yours Smoking a cigar, close the yacht door in your face Man, my shit is pure Man, your shit is laced, tasteless And you fuckers will always be named faceless and nameless Golden watches, you still wear bracelets This is a manifestation If I have a dream, all I have to do is chase it Abbey, you make your own beats too, not too shabby Shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby Yeah Not too shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby I don't stop the thought bullshit If you're listening, you know who you are All love bro, all love Shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby Shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby Shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby, shabby