Clear Through

Ayy, ayy That's me,

I'm singin', baby

Tryna tell you my— It's my voice I'm good

Yeah, I told her my name is Sin She said,

"Not the one on your birth certificate" Your boyfriend run through diamond

tests 'cause they weren't legitimate She Turkish-Sepia,

but her curves Brazilian I want her,

but bro want syphilis I'm cheap,

still have that check like you can afford your Netflix She a

feminist shittin' on sexist Twist to my world,

I think she dyslexic Give me my space,

I'm intergalactic Before I give you my Insta password I'll give you

the pin to my AmEx

Alright, it's insane, listen to the platinum Dinner table,

I got manners T-shirt tucked,

napkin It's so loaded,

that's the caption I've only amount of money reflection Ego,

I got indigestion Barely snore in my hood,

no aspirin Can't get rid of my pain with aspirin Dave just

came in the Aston I make that Maybach Music They tryna insult

my intelligence Sometimes I may act stupid I know I've been who

you have been On a campus,

we could came to studios