Intro: bout to get this poppin’ (yea yea) poppin’. Ay just for the record yo, I’m not a blood or anything. I don’t bang like that. Strictly Charles Alphonso Ramsey the Third. That’s all I claim. Feel me?
Verse 1: Do I? Do I Do I DO. Graduated from my class with the best IQ. Had to learn common sense thanks to my crew. But smart enough to know when trouble’s near, it’s best I move. Oh my goodness, I’m the best I’ll prove it. And if you don’t think so, you’re just not cool. I’m just playin’…Nah I ain’t just playin’. My alter ego says I’m the man not you…Dawg!
This is something for the ladies who ain’t tryna have no babies. This is something for the Fellas who just tryna get better. Every song ain’t conscious holmes, but I sprinkle little tidbits to spark your dome. The rest is entertainment like playing games at home, but I aspire to make you feel like you’re not alone.
Hook: One day, I took a trip to Paris. Woke up smelling French toast.
Performed at the Sacre Coeur with some kids that I didn’t know, mane.
But we still rocked at the stairs top. Made about 50 bucks.
Then we split the bill on wine. Twas Chill…foreeaallll.

Verse 2: Ay what you hollin’ bout ma? Oh I’m the next to get it? Cause my style’s exquisite, and my rhymes are tight, and I possess an appeal that’s gon’ shine like an epidemic? Still believe that God is over all even the homie Benji. The money reads, “In God we trust.” Probably should have read, “In green paper we lust.” But I need some food and soon it’ll get tough cause the job ain’t been found and I been looking scruff tryna conserve these dollars. We gon’ do it like Drake next. Check me out… look…”Tryna conserve these dollars!” Haha, haha. Shouts out to the man, I ain’t a hater. Not a player neither, but please play me cause that will make me smile, yea. To my fans…

Hook

Verse 3: Man, I ain’t filthy rich. [I’m] Looking for bigger bucks. Music’s the centerpiece of my aspirations bruh. In God I trust. I doubt less much. Correctly incorrect and I state as such. From the Part of Carolina where you find the corn and cotton fields lined up by the acre right behind ya. Where the women are hospitable and kinder than some chicks that I’ve met from other cities that I’ve been to….
2-52 vamp.
Now wait a minute…Stop! Now let me go head’ and start speeding up with this flow. I’m coming like ten below. It’s chill, I thought you’d know. And nah one can’t touch me I must be a pro. Cause everywhere I go they hollerin’ out “You Dope!!” If you ain’t been knowing or listening, I’m sizzlin’. Him kicking flavor in your organism. Biological jones. Your bones I live in. Get in line and sign a petition if you’re against this. But you’re not.
Hook

Ending Vamp: I love to vibe with good people (Tetsu, what up!?)
I love to vibe with good people (Pimienta Negra, what up!?)
I love to vibe with good people (Marco, what up!?)