Travis Scott — HYAENA

The situation we are in at this time Neither a good one, nor is it so unblessed It can change, it can stay the same I can say, I can make my claim Hail, hail, hail Yeah, okay This shit is outta control I'm drivin' through Hell and I done brought snow It's shinin' in here and I done brought glow I hear the sirens right out the chateau, run me the info Tryna hear what you did, not how you came close 'Cause I get bobblehead like I done made pro I made Italian bread like I done made dough I be all around the map Write a show by myself like I'm Chelsea Handler Or write a series 'bout my bitches like I'm Kelsey Grammar Nicknamed the jet Jayhawk 'cause it's outta Kansas You know it's Spaldin' in my top, I'm in my esperanza You know it's slammin' wall to wall We gotta fill the stands up, with slaps and the anthems Poetic justice, I got you in all my stanzas With your model stances, you everything I know about it (Ah) Know about it, know about it Know about it, know about it Know about it, know about it Know about it, know about it What we know Where you shall go Power, ah Uh, yeah C-notes, B-notes, I took the biggest boat We stayed down for life, it's like a jingle to do 'em all We too much involved to spend a single ounce of time She bust a whole ounce by doin' lines I had to leave, like the leaves do trees I'm finally home, I wiped the stress, then I touched that sweat We took 'em 35 to 1 like this shit roulette Hold up, beg your pardon, we done lit up, baby Set up, told the preacher, "Never finish," that's to say the least Buy it, never lease it, but I gotta lease it Mobile, Mona type of pieces, Met Gala, night Jesus Skip it, hit the city, party pack, I got it with me I'm shotty while I let you with me I'm too bent to let you ride, barely 'til it's empty Gotta feel me, pockets dumb fat and I got a skinny Squad is with me, and that's everything I know about it I know about it, I know about it I know about it, I know about it I know about it, I know about it I know about it, I know about it I know about it, I know about it I know about it, I know about it Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time For y'all have knocked her up I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended For I knew I had to rise above it all Or drown in my own shit