my head hurt

[Intro]

I'm the best rapper alive

I'm the best fucking rapper alive

I'm the best rapper alive

I'm the-

Surf Gang

[Verse 1]

Ayy

My brain's fried and as classic as Channel 5

And Hunter Biden, just the young niggas doing drugs 'cause it's exciting

Used to want Supreme, I had to find a way to buy it

Why can't women say "Handsome?" They just call me some fine shit

It's historic in my blood like we conniving, yeah

If you knew my family, you would know why I'm like this

[Verse 2]

Yeah

I'm soul-sampling, soul-searching up in Hamptons

And I don't need to explain this

Went to New York, met my mans and then

Hot like Samsung

Gotta focus, moral thеsis

Nicotine, it make me wеak

But my weed loud, Turtle Beaches and- (But my weed loud, Turtle Beaches)

Ayy

When you can't pay the lease, you gon' find a way to keep it

Truth is only what you get away with, that's the secret (That's the secret)

Bitches want the… (Secret)

(Like a alcoholic, find a reason just to drink it)

[Verse 3]

My head hurt, late night stu' sesh

DJ ESS, 'shrooms in two rooms and two messes

I met Erykah Badu on the plane, this a true message

Let her use my lighter, told her I'm a musician from the true trenches

My head hurt, off the grid like fuck a network

Linux in my system, got Monero as my net worth

My young homie said I rap like Earl Sweatshirt, but I don't really listen to that nigga… that much

[Verse 4]

My head hurt, spent five hours in to REM sleep

Hustle like a taxi, at the airport in the backseat

And you know I got FL running like a track meet

I gotta run this shit up, for my niggas are some athletes

[Refrain]

My bitch is classier than classy

Sassier than sassy

Nastier than nasty

My bitch is classier than classy

Sassier than sassy

Nastier than nasty

[Outro]

My bitch is classier than classy

Sassier than sassy

Nastier than nasty

Yeah, nastier than—