[Verse 1: Vishnu Kumar]
Started up on the block as a young boy
These bitches, these labels is really annoying
I'ma dig up, I'ma plant my own soil
Ain't need no grills, when I got the tinfoil
Me and my boys, yeah, we jumpin' for joy
Sellin' out stadiums, wake up and join
All of the normal days really get borin' (be)
Wish I was shleep, cause I'd rather be snoring
If you ever get shot at me, tell my peacock raincoat
77, that's a 49 hundo
Mumblin facts, special effects like you know
You gotta shot I keep it sweet like mango
Yeah, catch up, catch up
Shit, gotta get it and hold
Gettin' these hoes, yell at me bro
All of these boots stamp, stamp
Military generals' gentalia, ooh, all in battalion suits
I'm in the back of the maybach
I flipped the script
Now I'm with several shits
I was irrelevant
I think I know how to sell it (ahh)
That hot dog look kinda dry you sure you ain't want no relish? (be, yuh)
That burger look kinda unhealthy you ain't want no lettuce?
These bars is my fetish
I get this shot, I'm making it up like a sandwich
They call me the lyrical bandit, I hand it out
Can this get sweeter, like candy
Fix up the manny, you canny
Can't even say that, I ain't want no label
I wanna get public but viewed in this angle
It's strange how I know that
I just got the visions
But I cannot reach this shit
You might say that it's hard to get by and shit
I ain't pippin' shit, bitches be trippin' shit
How I handle it?
All my homie wildin' when I get in this bih
You know I got this shit forty in the back of the whip
That's a maybach, Get yo way back
Get you name snatched, wave cap
Same match, girls when they lanes met
Say that kid, it's a 50 dollar jacket
Save that bitch, I know you ain't hollaback shit
Started up on the block as a young boy
These bitch, these labels is really annoy
I'ma dig up, I'ma plant my own soil
And need no grills, when I got the tinfoil
Stupid ass, stupid ass, stupid ass boy
You know that rap shit ain't gon' get you no toy
But this shit is fun, I ain't even go lie
Press on the gas and then drive, yuh
Press on the gas and then drive, yuh
Press on the gas and then drive
Press on the gas and then drive the machine, dead
I swear this shit on my head
Press on the break when I see no green, red
Step on this shit like I said
Step on the gas and then drive the machine, dead
I swear this shit on my head
Step on the gas and then drive the machine, yuh, drive the machine
[Interlude]
Yeah, hello
Oh, fuck
[Verse 2: Vishnu Kumar]
You ain't fuckin' with a man, who gone treat you like no other bitch
Baby hold my hand, I'ma treat you like no other then
Nostalgia hits me hard when I'm thinkin' bout' my sweety, listen you don't want to see me
Damn, we can't I just be me
I wanna wait till' my fears go away, I wanna get drunk and smoke weed all day
So baby let's lay down (lay down, lay down, lay down)
Girl I'm glad to be your shoulder, give you comfort when you cry now
Hey baby, won't you ride with me, ride
Baby girl let me show you the world, show you the world
You need a man in yo' life, these gangsters ain't treating you right cuz
I'ma get up on my bed, I'ma think about the things that I said, I'ma get up in my bed cuh (shit, fuck, yeah yeah yeah, scoop)
Yeah, I'ma get up on my bed, I'ma think about the things that I said girl, I'ma get up in my bed
I'ma get up in my bed, I'ma get up in my bed
[Outro]
My wish for you, is that you continue, continue to be who and how you are
