THIRTYNINE

(album: BOY OF THE YEAR - 2022)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Went to Los Angeles
Dissing all these weak boys how D. Rose ankle is
Copy bro, avalanche
Way I'm too cold, turned a pro to a average
Prone to being goat, sheep's question my analysis
Tapping in with Chasu, BOTY on the calendars
Half ridiculous to half-assed rappers battling
Privileged kid, but they say I'm too immaculate
Immature, narcissist, cashing out the bank and shit
Ask assistant for the vision and the fashion shit
Fabrics linen, Warren Hue is independent
No pretending
Used my check on white gold pendants
I'm offended, they put me in a certain box
What the fuck am I?
Do she love me or do she love K-Pop?
Wrist on zero ice
Am I a rapper or a perfect jock?
College wasn't all the options
I took a perfect route

Skrt, let me hop outside the Rari when I'm thirty nine
Let me hop outside the 'Rari when I'm thirty nine
Yeah, let me hop outside the 'Rari when I'm—, ayy

Warren speaking morse code
Most bros can't toe-to-toe with Young Ocho
New star rising from the local
Wear my beat up Nikes up in SoHo
Where my prom queen at? Fuck knows, bitch
Upmost respect, tuck forty bands
Inside of my G-Tex pants
I'm borderline a fucking different breed
On her line, she needs to please
She just needs some different seeds
Forehead white like the tip of these
Mountains that I'm climbing on
Everest, I don't think I ever rest
Ten percent, I still wrote my best verse in twenty minutes
I wear my Vans in these industry events
Score a three right on your head
You capping, switch his name to Chance, bitch