Two Hundred Dollar Beanie Lyrics

Two hundred for the beanie and a rack to be seen

All your shit is fabricated so it's not what it seems

This not for the streams

I do this for the kid with a dream

Who fell in love with hip-hop by the age of fifteen

I'm not with the memes cause shit could get mean

I spit this shit from the heart you feel it down to your spleen

I always knew from the start that I'd end up on a screen

And now the bitches craving my shit like the director of Scream

I give respect when it's due not giving any to you

So sick when I ball like Jordan playing with the flu

I played the game like a flute they thought my run was a fluke

Sky walking on the track like I'm fucking with Luke

I'm stuck in the booth

Will probably do

A life sentence

But with the right sentence

It might just get reduced

And I could get produced

By Dr. Dre who knew

That another white boy could run this shit like Larry

Flying high like a bird man this shit could get scary

I got so many styles I should change my name to Harry

Only move in one direction and it's through you like Barry

Hold up, look

I'm in the gym like Carrey

Stack cheese no dairy

Athletes in my comments I acknowledge them rarely

Wasn't tryna go to college but I gave it a, college try

Was in class anxious thinking shit would turn to Columbine

Rap game colonized

There is no, compromise

Got me moving feral like I'm seeing through Colin's eyes

Writing down rhymes trying to figure how to monetize

It's hard to be honest when you constantly are ostracized

I got goals that are ostrich-sized

My pocket size could fit like fifty pocket knives

I'm mocking guys who be in it for the money

Put my life into this so ain't a damn thing funny

You either die as a hero or you live to be the villain

Put a dot on your head like I'm fucking with Krillin

I'm up in the building

Was stuck to the ceiling til I broke through

Now I'm on your TV screen like a Roku

In a fight I never back down like I'm Goku

Ask your goat who's the goat and they'll say I'm the go to

With a cadence and a flow straight up outta '02

To any rapper that was hot I'm sorry but you're old news

Consider this a warning can't say I never told you

My haters stay napping on me treat 'em like some napkins how I'ma fold you

Going bar for bar with Nick homie that's a bold move

I'm a college dropout but I'm bringing back the old school

And when my album drop that'll be my graduation

I'm skipping right to it ain't no late registration

Had to deal with heartbreak but I always had the 808s

Cause inside my heart I always knew that I'd be great

I kept in good faith cause I always knew my fate

I stay in good shape how I always hold my weight

And the only time that I rest is when I want to rest my case