Hold up , (ugh) take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit (hard, woah)
Staying alive, stay for the minute I’m trying to vibe
All of my homies are high like a kite
But you don’t, wanna, really die
I’m rolling so dirty that double cup spinning
12 pulling me over? And know that he kidding
I don’t need no beef but my sauce really seasoned
I suffer my drip but the haters got me winning
Shot him like FAHH that homie a lick
Walk out with the cash now I am so rich
Iced out my neck come take a pic
All on the gram swearing I’m lit
Promise to god I would make it
Promise to mom I would change it
I was going down with out any of my placements
Put a plaque up all in a basemeant
I love what they telling me “keep it up”
I run up a check my dawgs eating up
My drip is forever receiving a letter
My comments are flooded with the purest love
My flow is super semi automatic
Wish you rappers copy cat it
Swear to god you rapping capping
Conversation always active
Payed the fees now we talking
Made that play like Tyler Lockett
16 on my back like my age
And that’s how I’m rocking
I cannot breathe I’ma softy I need a huggy
Sike I don’t even care like a game of rugby
Taking it all the way back to elementary
When I was a g at almost everything
Hold up , (ugh) take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit (hard, woah)
Staying alive, stay for the minute I’m trying to vibe
All of my homies are high like a kite
But you don’t, wanna, really die
I ain’t giving no info , little shorty like a nympho
Calling me over like the women single
Get caught up best believe I’m out the window
I am the illest quotes by my dawg Leo
We chillin’ we kicking it
They get on my nerves then I’m kicking it
They pass me the blunt like I know where yo lips have been
I don’t think I could go trust again
So grab your cup and then pass over here
Feeling super sonic and man of the year
Was like why do I gatta cause some weird
All these dirty mamis are starting to appear
Dont got no coach but I’m stuck on the field
All my dogs in heaven watching how I kill
I don’t slick back
All my enemies know I’m real
For the sake of Christ stop Poppin the damn pill uh huh
Woah
Am I a Psycho
Chase you wit a knife like my name finna be Michael
Feeling deranged
Using your guts for a tight rope poke you in the brain
Make you feel stupid like an average joe
Yeah I do dat there
Got me trippin every day like a carnival fair
I wanna breathe but my spot telling me he don’t care
You know finna tear this beat up yeah
I got the haters who bringing money
Negative words always really funny
“making me sick” oh go get a tummy
I bet you like the song a started humming
Yah this fire that’s the real music 9-5 yeah I’m dodging bullets I pray to god he said go and do it illest alive I thought you knew this
Hold up , (ugh) take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit (hard, woah)
Staying alive, stay for the minute I’m trying to vibe
All of my homies are high like a kite
But you don’t, wanna, really die
Hold up , (ugh) take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit (hard, woah)
Staying alive, stay for the minute I’m trying to vibe
All of my homies are high like a kite
But you don’t, wanna, really die
