Inspire

(I'm thirty-four years old, and I'm dying) (Fuck nigga) (Fuck nigga) Ask me who I am, bitch, I'm fresh boy swag almighty See me in a cardigan, yeah, I don't wear no white tee When I talk on the mic, you know it's spicy I just bought some clothes and you know that they were pricy She ask me why I'm snifflin', it's just a wipie Bad bitch suck my dick, lips like Kylie I got my own swag, so they view me highly Made my own choices so you know I'm living wisely I just focus on myself, they admire Asked her out to dinner, yeah, I asked her so politely You just gotta be yourself and you'll inspire Head spinnin' off the ket' underneath the dryer Feel like quagmire, I'm fuckin' all these bitches I'm a party boy, I wanna get to these riches Fuckin' with my family, then I'll leave you in stitches I'm with your bitch, yeah, she calls me, "fresh boy big dick" Come to my room and I gave her lots of inches Fresh boy swag flyin' out, you know l did it Why they switchin' up so much? They must be switches