[Ad-libs]
Tōn EFX in e.....
Tōn did it to em
[Verse 1]
Came out the trenches, hanging like lynches
White bitches love me, they jump over fences
This why I’m hot, nah more like I’m freezing
Been on this Journey I can’t stop believin’
Young Jimmy Hendrix I feel like a rockstar
Evolution is the reason I got far
Realizing I got away from dystopia
Now I’m like Sofia
All my life I had to fight
Hustling everyday and night
Now I’m at the top, just shining
King on the throne, no reclining
25 wise like I’m 80
I guess that’s why all my peers hate me
Back then, they used to underrate me
Now they just jealous cause they ain’t me
I always wondered how it would be
Yung gun living in luxury
Now I know, feelin’ like Jerome
Young Katt Williams, with the chrome
Slice and dice a nigga like I’m Freddy
Slow and steady, but I’m fast like Eddy
Like Chris Benoit, I got that rage in me
Royal Rumble, ain’t nobody shaking me, nobody breaking me
[Chorus x2]
Mane I’m feelin’ like Young Pablo
Only difference is I cannot stop tho
Gotta shut down niggas that’s macho
Claiming that they got cheese, but it’s nachos
Chillin en el Corte with my vatos
Hot Boyz, no need for Tabasco
Everywhere is my home like I’m Roscoe
Never Lupe, but I cause Fiascos
[Verse 2]
Riding round Smoketown like gah damn I’m the fuckin’ man
Converted my whip into a yacht now im posted up up in Japan
Like I don’t play no fuckin 2k bitch I play witcha heart instead
Have a baby by me baby, child support will keep you fed
Feeling so thoed from my head to my toes
Check out my pose, cheery like O’s
Cocaine flows, but a nigga never ashy
So fuckin’ great mane I’m feelin like Gatsby
I got them hits, call me Sean Taylor
Young grizzly bear like I played at Baylor
Living on paradise like John Mayer
Floating on ocean floors like I’m a sailor
[Chorus x2]
Mane I’m feelin’ like Young Pablo
Only difference is I cannot stop tho
Gotta shut down niggas that’s macho
Claiming that they got cheese, but it’s nachos
Chillin en el Corte with my vatos
Hot Boyz, no need for Tabasco
Everywhere is my home like I’m Roscoe
Never Lupe, but I cause Fiascos
[Verse 3]
Hell nah, I ain’t no barber, but I stay fresh with them cuts
Negro extravagante, chillin with slimmies with big ol butts
Cuban and she love my cigar, crusin’ round in foreign cars
Feelin’ like a constellated Star, shoutout to Rah
Young chocolate man serving up them bars
Got a factory, but it’s in Mars
Might go visit my mistress in Pluto
Make sweet lust, then kick it like judo
Feel like a genius like my nigga Smilez
Call me Thornberry cause I’m actin wild
Since 93 I been a problem child
Attaining goals, always made me smile
My nigga Gonzo made me feel like I made it
Keep me going hard even when I feel jaded
And pressed for the cha cha, gotta stay strapped
Can’t get wrapped in the Venus fly trap
Cause I’m so fuckin’ handsome
Bitches want me for ransom
Take me to a cave for some snu snu
Outlast them and I’m thru thru
I run this shit, big boss it
Eat it up, Rick Ross it
Candy paint dripping, mane I stay flossin’
Catch me anywhere from Austin to Boston
Silver surfing, claiming my turf and
Sellin this work, and collecting my earnings
Just to live comfortably, and feel wonderfully
Inside the canopy, living my fantasy
[Chorus x2]
Mane I’m feelin’ like Young Pablo
Only difference is I cannot stop tho
Gotta shut down niggas that’s macho
Claiming that they got cheese, but it’s nachos
Chillin en el Corte with my vatos
Hot Boyz, no need for Tabasco
Everywhere is my home like I’m Roscoe
Never Lupe, but I cause Fiascos
