HIGHEST_CUISINE

Yo, so what the fuck is this
 I'm gone for a minute and y'all already need more hits
 Well, don't worry 'cause this my specialty
 Get in line so, so you can suck my dick
 And don't panic it's organic
 Made of natural fabric
 Gluten-free and you can trust me
 I got no shit on me
 But I got you, aw
 Just kidding, I don't want you, nah
 Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
 Fuck this, fuck rap, fuck all your cliques
 Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
 I'm a kid making the highest cuisine
 Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
 Fuck this, fuck rap, fuck all your cliques
 Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
 I'm a kid making the highest cuisine, ay
 Get out of my ride, 'cause you fucking with the vibe
 You been talking way too much, yeah, get yo' ass outside
 And I am getting mad, yeah, don't worry I'll be fine
 I don't even know how to drive, but whatever these are bars (Bars, bars, bars)
 Pull up to the fashion show with my flip flops
 Pimp gloss, oh my god, look he got supreme on?
 I'm getting wet, look at him mom
 She say "you look so cute", I'm like thanks I like dudes now
 Yah, I don't give a single fuck about my image
 You can comment 'bout my life, this is fire innit
 Motherfucker, you can blow me like confetti
 That's a stolen line but whatever now I made it
 My own, Imma ghost you bitch get lost
 Fuck it up, take my loan, so I'll fuck you later on
 Your bitch moan on my throne, yeah, you getting thrown, bitch
 Get out of my zone 'cause you ain't welcome
 Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
 Fuck this, fuck rap, fuck all your cliques
 Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
 I'm a kid making the highest cuisine
 Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
 Fuck this, fuck rap, fuck all your cliques
 Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
 I'm a kid making the highest cuisine, ay
 Esto no tiene sentido, todo esta perdido
 Me doy vuelta y solo miro gente sin comer y luego me retiro
 Hipócrita es lo mio, somos todos fríos
 Me vine a la ciudad y ahora me persigo, confundido
 Que no se que hacer, que no lo ves?
 Se esta muriendo y nos quedamos con el cel, esto no puede ser
 Ya no existe el placer, todos queremos el poder
 Pero somos numerarios con una razón de ser
 Trabajar, producir, consumir, reprimir para no sentir, ansiedad, te deprimís
 Clonazepam para dormir, drogas para sentir, llenar el vacio de existir
 En el limbo no puedo salir, ya no quiero seguir
 Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah
 Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah
 Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah