[Intro]
(Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh)
(Hol' on, yuh-yuh)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh)
(Yuh-yuh-yuh)
[Verse]
Tryin' out a new type beat in this bih' for once
Feel like I been stuck on the same shit, tryna change it up
Know I'm finna change the world, word to my mom, huh
Bitch, I feel like Jace, way im goin' up
Pop them pill by myself, How I solve my problem
Pop them pill by myself, How I solve my problem
Pop them pill by myself, How I solve them problem
Pop them pills by myself, How I solve my problems
Why you callin' on my cell? No, I ain't gon' pick up
When they lock me in my cell, know you gon' feel this
Man, I'm sorry for how I've been, know I've been different
Know I been-
Yeah, this shit a love letter to all my homiеs, I've been distant
Know I ain't been the same sincе i was poppin on them pillies
Swear this shit changed my brain, it turned me into a demon
(Hah Hah, Huh)
(Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, Yeah)
You know this shits real
To my brothers know I love you, if i didn't said that
Shit, I'm slurrin' all my words, know that I been drinkin'
I ain't say that shit right the first time, let me say that again:
To all my brothers know I love you, even if i ain't say that
To all my brothers know I love you, even if i ain't say that
To all my brothers know I-
To all my brothers know i love you, even if I ain't say that
I might fuck ya bitch and block you, know I been like that
Huh, Ha
Nah, I'm just playin'
You know how it is
What the fuck?
Man, bring the beat back in
No, I ain't say all I had to say, you know I had more
Since I been makin' music, I been in my head less
Been in the real world more
…
In the real world more-
All these songs a hole-in-one, call me Happy Gilmore
I was made for this music shit, it's leaking from my pore
From my pore- fuck
(Hmm, Yeah, Hol' on)
Yeah, I was made for this music shit, it's leaking from my pores
And I won't stop til' my car got two doors
And they butterfly, or they suicide
You ain't got no percs? You can have two of mine
Bitch, I'm already in the sky, I'm flying
I know I'm always high, cause the plug always supplyin'
Man fuck this shit-
Man, fuck this flow, I'ma switch it up
I just wanna keep going, I'ma run it back
Freestyle in this bitch, long distance
Like I'm running track, endurance
Keep coming back to this damn track
Wanna get it done
All night long in the studio
Say I ain't got this shit? Bitch I know
So I'ma fake it till I make it, till I run it up
I'ma keep on trying till I get it right
I redo my lines, until they soundin' tight- tight
Stutter in this bitch, just to make it sound tight
Shit, I use the same rhyme twice, thrice, fuck, shit
(Hol' on, run it back)
Put ice in my cup, pour the sprite up
I'm getting high til' I can't fucking stand up
I'm laughing to the bank, like it's fucking stand-up comedy
How long do it take 'fore I ain't another wannabe?
I'm doing this shit cause it's what I wanna be doing, doing
Choppa on my hip, that shit sound like Nardwuar
Doot doola doot doo, now the opps gone
I don't fuck with fruit loops, keep my lucky charm
Cook shit up on Fruity Loops, and it goin' hard
Cookin' up off a Xan, off a Xanny bar
That's a X-A-N-A-X bar
Yeah, I stole that shit from Jace, nah, I ain't sorry
They talkin' bout "who stole my flow?"
Who ya stole it from?
They don't get that this rap shit derivative
You got your shit from the OG's that delivered it
Think you're the first one to talk about them dividends
Or them bankrolls, and designer clothes
Bitch, you ain't the first one to talk about them drugs, and them fast cars and them fake hoes
You just don't wanna say cause you wanna be known
For doing your own shit, and making your own wave
But you ain't really riding that if you think about it
It's about to put the effort in, that's who really got it
It's about to put the effort in, that's who really got it
It's about to put the effort in-
Yeah that's me
