WHAT'S NEW?

I rolled my patience in a paper, then I lit it And it’s still fuckin’ burnin’ All black fit, make me look like I’m hurtin’ All black whip, but you should wash off that bird shit Talkin’ that stuff, you ain’t hard, I am certain I’m my own favorite person ‘Cause I don’t ever change or become a different version If you ain’t listening to me, then you ain’t gonna learn shit I’ma show you motherfuckers how to make ya earnings Gas in my room, what’s new? I don’t need a Bentley without the fuckin’ roof But I want a cannon in my hand, shit is huge If we sparkin’ up one, might as well make it two, yeah, yeah Gas in my room, what’s new? Always on my W shit, I don’t lose If he bringing trouble in the stu, get the boot My grass and my extract stickier than glue, yeah, yeah Now I wait for the day that you play me Same old girl she still my favorite In my vans, black pants, and a plain tee Smokin’ Gelato, it got me faded I’ll always remember who made me And I won’t switch up when I make it ‘Cause you been actin’ real scaly And I’m not fuckin’ with that snake shit And that’s on God I been thinking into the future, it’s getting odd You been taking long range shots, we playin’ cod They been tryna ride my wave, but I ain’t Rod Normal people give me advice but I don’t take it ‘Cause all they ever say is, "you are not gonna make it" There’s a difference between me and the kid in your basement I agree, he won’t ever make it, he unmotivated, like damn Gas in my room, what’s new? I don’t need a Bentley without the fuckin’ roof But I want a cannon in my hand, shit is huge If we sparkin’ up one, might as well make it two, yeah, yeah Gas in my room, what’s new? Always on my W shit, I don’t lose If he bringing trouble in the stu, get the boot My grass and my extract stickier than glue, yeah, yeah Gas in my room, what’s new? I don’t need a Bentley without the fuckin’ roof But I want a cannon in my hand, shit is huge If we sparkin’ up one, might as well make it two, yeah, yeah Gas in my room, what’s new? Always on my W shit, I don’t lose If he bringing trouble in the stu, get the boot My grass and my extract stickier than glue, yeah, yeah