[Verse One]
Coming through with a chain hanging down to my navel
Life is all gravy, well, I'm feeling like a ladle
I'm over here on cloud 9, spit shinning my halo
I'm on some real deep s**t; you can call me Plato
Sitting in my room. 'Bout to Cobain and peace out
Drug dealers looking for me and they got they pieces out
I'm 'bout to pray so I get my Jesus piece out
I'm 'bout to pray so I get my Jesus piece out
[Chorus]
Text me how you feel about me [x8]
Swagger over one hundred, man. So iced out. So icy, bruh. Look at me now, bruh. Rapping, bruh
[Verse Two]
My old girl's a crackhead. Chalk outline where the crack is
Up on the sidewalk. She was strung out and got sideswiped
I live San Andreas. That s**T ain't no game
Ryder, OG Loc, Big Smoke and CJ
Go ape for banana clips. k** one and peel out
That boy tryna go to school, he ain't gonna learn now
Go ape for banana clips. k** one and peel out
That boy tryna go to school, he ain't gonna learn now
[Chorus]
Aw, this some crazy s**t! I can't wear blue and I can't wear red!
I can't wear blue and I can't wear red! Unless I wanna be dead. Unless I wanna be dead!
Text me how you feel about me, text me how you feel about me
Man, my n***a Kulprit got these cold-a** beats, my bruh. Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang. Swoop!