So I'm fighting my cotton mouth with this lemonade
Plan to make it seemed to turn me to a renegade
Pen and page, show 'em I ain't scared to say sh**
How college ain't for me, and a degree? I couldn't chase it
Have to make it
f** I look like stressing writing papers, needing cake
And knowing that my f**ing talent being wasted, nah
Not me, shout out Nasty Nell
These women and my vices made that cash appeal
Because I'm slipping for the paper, n***a that's for real
Blunt facing everyday, just tryna catch a thrill
These hoes tell me what I'm spitting, n***a kinda far out
Ran out of weed, told my brother break the jar out
Yeah, told my brother break the jar out
Got no Ls, told that n***a bring the car out
Tell me what I'm spitting is far out
Ran outta weed tell that n***a break the jar out
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Did somebody just come up here?