The Mustard

[Verse 1] Mustard on the beat, got mustard on my shirt (unh) Ashes at my feet, smoking something from the Earth (yah) Coming for the cake and I’m fucking up desert (yerdigg) And bring me a Serena if a girl is gonna serve Word, I’m saying you would not believe How hoes think you hot dog if you got the cheese And if you got the G’s, they would drop the knees Bitches give up the buns just for poppy seed (Ah!) After 2014, won’t see yellow the same I don’t think I’ll eat Jello the same And I took a break just to level the game You need angels on the field when the devil is playing, I'm sayin' And Awesome been missing from my calling log (brr-brr) Feel like we been missing those king of dialogues As I’m in the booth writing this monologue (monologue) With mustard all over it like Chicago dogs Poppin’ off, rocket launch, 2015 Astronaut dreams, The Kid with the Green Dropping bombs, Comic Con, on the big screen Big dreams, then X leaves on an X-Wing It’s that year and they telling me to own it (own it) And I’m a do it without any mustard on it (nothing on it) They must heard that I don’t ever let up So if I never catch up, I just relish in the moment boy I just relish in the moment I just relish in the moment, relish in the moment [Bridge](2x) Poppin’ off, rocket launch, 2015 Astronaut dreams, The Kid with the Green Dropping bombs, Comic Con, on the big screen Big dreams, then X leaves on an X-Wing [Verse 2] The Midwest, KS City, I am from (I am from) We don’t have much but I got it done (nope) They said the homie wasn’t violent son (got it done) So they hit him in his back as he tried to run Two shots, life in the boondocks Where you wish it was as simple as a cartoon plot But it’s not And this is where I'm writing right now (right now) Square in the Circle again, trying to find my style (right now) Where Michael is Brown, cops still shot him right down Left him lying around, how can I define my sound? Defining hope when people suffering in the street And all we got is Mustard on the beat ho! It’s like a foot fetish You know it’s something about the defeat That gets me jumping out my seat just to fuck up how you think Like Daze & Hype Will was always on the screen (remember?) Or 2013, Mike Will made everything (remember?) That’s how the game is and now everything changes (right?) Too vain running through veins and dames is dangerous (right?) Trying to take trips with niggas who’s famous Just to get a quick flick but bitch you ain’t shit I’ll take a waitress who makes tips Brought some weed, picked up a fee, then ate chips (right?) Play video games with on some foreign exchange shit (ya know?) Next day, the same thing just so she can pay rent I’ve been waiting hibernating in a Bat Cave You been hating, probably dating off a bat page I just beat it, then I leave it in a fast past Tears streaming down an Emoji sad face The rat race I was running in, usually coming in the last place Would never could fucking win But I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga Going fucking in till the fucking end