Anti-Social Extravaganza

[My Dreamz]

I’m that anti-social extravaganza
If you don’t fit in, well, this your anthem
Too much pop, lot of propaganda
I organize noize, old school Atlanta
I peel out quick, this whip bananas
Au naturale, this sh*t organic
Super naturale from a different planet
Going for the bag like I just landed
Over those who don’t understand it
Not trying to get in, I’m just out standing
This life high maintenance, the game demanding
Pictures on the wall but the house abandoned
Faces of the greats in the frames round the mansion
Tell me “Be great, take the game for ransom.”

Yeh, Eenie, Meanie, Miney, Mo
Wrist on froze, let it go
Listen b*tches, let em know
I got work, business clothes
Vicious flow, GVO
Got the juice, citrus grove
In this ho then cheerio
Needy ho, freaky ho
Easy dough, easy money
In the freezer, Easter bunny
They want smoke? That’s reefer money
School em all. That’s teacher money

I go insane, I’m so, I’m so
I’m so insane
I go insane, I’m so, I’m so
I’m so insane

Your stop, but I pass that
You’re me in a flashback
Two plaques in a backpack
And you’re a stan like Kazakh
Off the top like a snapback, ay
I’m the sh*t like an asscrack, ay
Wanna talk? Get the CashApp ay
One of one, b*tch I’m abstract, ay