(yeah)
(aye) (aye) (aye)
(yeah)
[Verse 1]
Everybody rappers now, (*gun sounds*)
And then they really ask me why I'm spazzing out, (aye)
And everybody hating and I'm asking how?
Without niggas like me all this shit would scowl, (hell yeah)
I swear the come up moving slo mo, (slo mo)
But you niggas act like homos, (yall homos)
When I drop they be like ohh no, (ohh no)
Then try to switch up like they Romo, no no, (*gun sounds*)
That don't fly round here, (what you doing?)
People telling me this be my year, (my year)
Been thru hella shit its not much I fear
I peep everything man that shits so clear, my dear, (I see it)
I've been around so many fakes
I glance one look no double take
I'm wasting time I can't be late
They telling lies right to my face
I swear that that's the shit I hate but I'm
Feeling like a motherfucking super villain, (uhh)
Dropping bodies boy I'm getting use too killing, (uhh)
Cup is spilling over man I hate to tip it, (uhh)
Rapping to myself till niggas wanna listen, (uhh what)
Ain't got no time to be hoping
When I'm still just barely coping
Staying focus gotta keep growing
I ain't stepping out till they know me bruh, (*gun sounds*)
I'm alone
In another zone
Fuck my telephone
I'm at home
Cup is styrofoam, (lets go)
I don't like patron
Like my song
Say she like my song
Ima make her moan
You a clone
I do not condone
You can't make your own
No potential? I got plenty in me
She say why I do not have an entry
See these niggas and I feel the envy
Man fuck this rap I do not make a penny, ( woah woah woah)
Ten toes, you get fold with no question
Been bold, I been told you don't ask them
Dim lows with 10 hoes, I won't pass them
Benjo my ken folk, we wrote classics
I'm tired of niggas talking on the low like
Going off the shit they think they know like
Why that nigga only did one show? like
Damnit Zara got a lotta hoes nah
[Chorus]
I hop in the Benz
Then swerve with the tints
Black out at the end
Let go of your friends
I black out again
Take over your sins
My memories dim
I'm tripping again
I float in the wind
I float in the wind
Then black out again
Take over your sins
[Verse 2]
Just came on a young bitch with a boyfriend, (aye)
On her face, I don't fuck with abortions, (aye)
My power ranges like a nigga mighty morphin, (aye)
Cock aim, caught flame like I'm torching
Nigga you an orphan
Gotta stack my cheese up, 3s up
People acting like they don't believe us, please cuz
I'm so lazy with it got my feet up, jesus
Rip your mp3 to little pieces, bitch
Head hurting swerving on the road, (yeah)
Grown niggas acting like some hoes
Hunnit with it I don't break the code
Fucked up driving hella slow
I only ride around in the night time
Looking for a bad bitch, that I might find, (might find)
Long hair, good skin, when the light shine, (light shine)
In my whip like damn its the right time
[Chorus]
I hop in the Benz
Then swerve with the tints
Black out at the end
Let go of your friends
I black out again
Take over your sins
My memories dim
I'm tripping again
I float in the wind
I float in the wind
Then black out again
Take over your sins
[Verse 3]
I ain't with it
Gotta pull the semi, (ohh)
You say that ain't in me
Nigga I got plenty, (aye)
Bust the shit until the fucking clip is empty
Till its getting darker and you feel the ending, (ahh)
I'm feeling that energy
These niggas bitches I don't let it get to me, (yeah)
Why people acting like so elementary?
Thats why they wig getting split like its symmetry
Feeling me?
Why you so nervous you fidgety?
You ain't a rapper bitch stop with the mimicry
Your career shorter than half of a centipede
Industry lame as fuck, meant that shit literally
Literally I am the shit
I am the reason you bitches is hip
I am the nigga thats digging a whole just so all you rap niggas can jump in a pit, bitch
