Jackson Pollock
[Intro]
Andy Mineo
[Verse]
Okay, where should I begin?
It's dark outside, it's ominous
When I had no dough, ate ramen with
A whole lotta Ritz, now I'm convinced
That I'm content, but I gotta get
A whole lot 'fore my time is spent
And I'm diving in what the Psalmist writ
I'm feeling myself like Madonna did
Quarantine when the virus hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, where did my commas went?
Got a hide out like Osama crib
That spring break kid with no common sense (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Therapy for the trauma lived
Oh, that's where all of my dollars spеnt
That's Miner League, thе E-N-T
And I ain't talkin' sinuses
I don't make threats, I make promises
And I don't go flex on accomplishments
Man, right now that's what time it is
And I'm climbin' sorta like climate is (Woah)
Or a pilot that just did two lines of blow inside of the private jet
And the thing go "pyoom"
Never Land II, gotta drop that soon
Runnin' on fumes
I ain't gassed up, I'm confident
I ain't gassed up, look when I'm driving in
It's electric, kid bought Tesla
Well, not yet, but it's on my checklist
Pre-ordered that, yeah, I'm invested
Waiting for mine come in, timing, man
Patience, that's what the lesson
They salty like Epsom
They don't like me, but they gotta respect 'em
'Fore I leave I'ma leave an impression
R-I-P to the beat, I stretched it out
Don't smoke weed, but I'm extra loud
Me and wifey bought an extra house
Just in case I wanna exit out
Money don't grow on trees, but it grow on me
'Cause I go throw seed in the ground (What?), yeah, uh, hm
Everybody talkin' 'bout they YOLO living
Don't know what go with it
Don't happen automatic, gotta get up, go get it
Miner League Co. in it, don't ya see the code in it?
I'm so cold with it, so prolific
When it come to the flow, I'm Pro Bowl with it
Gon' respect my name, Cinco-ocho with it
Every single one of my bars got a gold ticket
Yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah
No, I'm not finished, just started
Nonna told me, "Go mangia"
Feel like Mike Vick with the option
Y'all send blitz, I'm gettin' outta pocket
Y'all trend pick, I'm pickin' my flowers
Y'all been gettin' sour
Y'all blend with the cowards
But I'm right back in it, no, I can't lose
Can't walk in 'em or tie my shoes
Already know what side I choose
What's that I hear? Sideline boos? Huh
Y'all ain't even the game like, "Put me in, coach"
Takin' shots but I'm Dikembe
Then do my dance in the end zone
[Outro]
Right
What's up?