Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale

Mi no comprende
Give no fuck what no bitch say
Niggas falling click bait
Must like how my dick taste
I'm all in they mouth
Just looking for clout
All in they house
But when I'm outside they scared to come out
Fake it till you make it ain't taking that route
Talking that shit that you ain't really 'bout
This ain't a front
Ain't pulling no stunts
You looking like food, I'm taking your lunch
Quit all that cap are you Captain Crunch?
I pull up, peel off and then peel me a blunt
I'm not amused
Ain't making no moves
All in my views
Turn on the tube
If you need the news
In a murderous mood
Take 'em to school
Like Bob Ross with the tool
Clint Eastwood with the mule
Leave 'em drippin' like a pool
He gon' need stitches get the spool

Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale

Peace, Church and Tabernacle
Had to hit em' with the razzle dazzle
Heard the snakes rattle like they wanna battle
Tryna fake the funk 'cause they feelings fragile
Had to step back like a Harden travel
Hear the hater talk shit left me baffled
Let em' burn like Babel hanging from a scaffold
My God is my judge no gown no gavel
You owe me than I'm 'bout to cash in
Got a Westside connection like Mack 10
My hittas can't wait till you lacking
You get packed out shit get packed in
I'm what's happening' you a has been
Correction, you a never been
Flying white dog, story never ends
Niggas sell they soul to stay relevant
Hol' up
Who the fuck gave these niggas a room to speak
Gon' end up six feet for feeling himself like Tweet
Thinking it's sweet but niggas ain't safe if these streets
Don't trust em' we dust 'em and all of my niggas prepared for the sweep

Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale