[Quadeca:]

Ain't nothing usual 'bout me

Said ain't nothing usual, I live in the studio

I'm clocking in like I work in a cubicle

The kid is unusual, my bitch is unusual (huh, yeah)

Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual



Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, I put that on whoever doubt me

I'm going manic, she calling me Fousey

But nothing delusional 'bout me (facts)

Sometimes I talk 'bout my music

They tell me that I need to cool it around me

But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers

Like, why you refusin' to count me?

I'm like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, she never wanted to pick up on my line

I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein

Tryin' to put together the pieces in my mind

Too many hours on internet, faking my intellect in my bed

Making a universe with my time (huh)

I'm livin' life auto-pilot, 'cause I'm so fly and I'm not even tryin' (huh)

Ain't nothin' changed but the cosmetics

Defense mechanism make 'em all jealous

If they ain't gonna listen to me (huh, ooo)

Guess they gonna listen to the Margielas (huh)

I hope that when they listen, make it all better

But that's a big ask, in some tall letters

When I'm needin them most, I know they gone either go ghost and then switch up on they colors like the fall weather

Ok

Back, back, back, back, back

See me in the back of the class when I rap (facts)

You be on the Snapchat, chat, chat

No filter like the water on the tap, tap, tap (huh)

I've been movin' way too fast, I'm just tryna make it last (yeah)

Tryna get my aiming back, sorry that you came in last (yeah, hol' up)



[Quadeca & B. Lou:]

Ain't nothing usual 'bout me

Said ain't nothing usual, uh

But can you blame me, I'm crazy

God already scheduled my funeral (yeah, yeah)

The kid is unusual

My bitch is unusual (huh, yeah)

Ain't nothing usual 'bout me

Said ain't nothing usual (B. Lou!)



[B. Lou:]

Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me

Clear as the vision, expensive the mission

I am not Kim, but I did the impossible

Drop me the addy, that's where I'mma hit

I got the sticks, I'm sendin' up blizzards

Just like a blender, leave your ass mixed

Ain't nothing usual, designer my fit

I keep a.40, Glock, counter full kick

B. Lou a diamond was formed under pressure

Feel like olympic, I'm winning a medal

Want me to fall, but a nigga won't let up

Everything usual, hunnids my paper

You got the check, cause you gotta pay me

Run up the digits, add up the money

Bitches wanna love me, kick it like rugby

I got the hunnids, count 'em in public



[Quadeca:]

Yeah I stay true to myself, saying we gucci

Better stay true to your belt

Fuck all that shit, never knew how I felt

Plaques all in gold, I got two on my shelf

Yeah I'm 17, how you 45 tryna' fuck in my mentions

Bank got so many commas

Shit's looking like a run on sentence (yeah)

Yeah, ayy, that's some unusual shit, huh

I mix designer with 2010 new balance

That's an unusual fit (huh)

Car got QUADECA all caps on the plates like that's an unusual whip

Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, I'm an unusual kid



Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual

I live in a studio

I'm clocking in like I work in a cubicle, uh

The kid is unusual, my bitch is unusual, uh

Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual

Yeah