Feel Tall

[Verse 1] I'm cool with Katy Perry hooks in my cannabis verses Long as yall open up your wallets and purses Say you judge a man by the ones he converse with Those are cards, we young kings, so we perfect First they try to step on, then they try to jerk you Watch me turn Stephon from years of being Urkel Waiting in the wings, patience really is a virtue Just because I sing, That's why you keep calling me commercial Wait a minute aye, here I come Hollywood I could probably go and set a fuck, I probably should Tryin to cop my mama a nice crib, I probably could If I did it, but I swear I committed to the realness We so close, can you tell we about to kill this Plan a party now, call it up Angela and phyllis Tell em I want strippers and balloons Cause Cuey ain't a quitter, we gon' get this shit pursuing, Yeah! [Hook] Fuck did you want? yeah You spent wait too long Looking down at me I dreamt about everything that I'm 'bout to be, yeah I finally feel tall, taller than you I finally feel tall, taller than you [Verse 2] I love weed rap, I ain't try see that Its some beer pong, I just want a real song Got me feelin tall like Shaquille with some heels on I'll be doing this til I'm dead and the bills gone Wait, I think it's bout time for y'all to say it Give me my dues cause y'all know I paid it Ten times over, sick of all you posers Thinking you cooler than me, what the fuck, you Mike Posner Your girl coming over, way I hit the cho cha Drunk at the club, at home, or she sober Nah I'm just kidding, I really respect women But there's one thing that I don't, it's your ma' fuckin opinion Listen up, my team get the green, we 'bout to split it up I see all the rocks and dirt you kicking up 'Bout to hit the town, yo, try and live it up It's a blue moon tonight, I don't really give a fuck Don't tell me that I can't change the world You in it for the image, yo the chains, and the girls Sorry you've been lied to, I'm in it for survival Oh, you the dude that told me to go and rap like Plies do [Hook:] [Verse 3] You can't veto this, usually on emo shit Flow sick chemo this, sipping on pinot gris With Mindy who like indie so we fuck to Brian Eno shit I'm like the third dick she sucked, no she ain't a skeo bitch So close yet so far, oh lord I'm like Mozart before figarro I go hard No odds all you hater's try to clothesline me Know your life's over when the finally cosign me Tell Jay, tell Ye, I could flow so grimy I sing all my hooks yea this song so timey I swear, when you down and out everybody kicks you I can't even make rent, is that more of a visual We at war you bringing them pistols I'm more thinking missiles Wanna put her hands on my issues I ain't gonna lie, I got a lot to live for Can't wait to look back, laugh we were piss poor Trying to get more, hopefully I'll be on Wishes apple juice will turn into Dom Perignon That I'm sipping, I never ever give it Cause I'm helping these kids with my writtens. I deserve a ribbon [Hook:]